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Critical and Argumentative Writing
Blogging in the Blogosphere
English 100 and 103
FORMAT:
When you blog, in the Title, write your first and last name as you would as if you are turning in a paper to me. Then you do not have to write my name because I know you are in my class. Write what English class you are in whether it is English 52, 60, 100 and what College.
For example, one would write:
Yue Hayes
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #1
Homelessness
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In addition, for the title, pick the topic of discussion, grammar/organization, content, current events, pop culture or literature as a TITLE that we have discussed in class. Write the posts like this: write #1 Post or #2 Post or Post #50, so I can easily keep track of them and how many you write.
Of course, you are welcome to write more than several posts, and in doing so is another form of participation and does count in the participation grade. Perhaps, in class, you may not participate all that much but in the realm of the blogosphere, you can from the comfort of your own home,
* reflect on the day's class discussion or offer up an insight that you found particularly interesting, etc., etc.
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* How does it change the way you think or thought before on the subject?
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* What actions might you take in the future? Anything is open to interpretation.
Of course, I need not go on and on about being respectful towards your peers' opinions and beliefs. If you disagree with another student's views be discreet about it: Do not say so and so is completely wrong because of this and that. Instead, say, I disagree with so and so and here are the reasons why I do. Go after their evidence and support and do not, I repeat do not attack someone else personally. This is supposed to be a forum for everyone to share their ideas and views.
*I will enforce the blogosphere by either deleting your hard work, making an example out of you here in the realm of the blogosphere or in class* . . .
3,403 comments:
«Oldest ‹Older 201 – 400 of 3403 Newer› Newest»Jean Carlo Morales
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #3
AOTC
When I read this story it quickly reminded me about myself about 3 years ago. I had just graduated from high school and the pressure of my parents was starting to lay heavily on me. All the years I was in high school including the years before that was like a cave I was in. I was programed by society, my family, friends, television, media, and what not. I saw that the person with the most valuable posessions and most money was the person who was most respected. This I believe were the shadows on the wall that were fed for me to see and believe. This is what I thought it took to be successful. This is what I had set my goals too because that is what everybody wanted for me to do to get out of the hell hole I was in, sort of like escaping from a cave I was already in. Starting college was what started expanding my horizons. Getting away from my old friends and family helped me get a new perspective on what I really wanted in life. This to me was like freeing myself from a cave that I did not want to belong to. AOTC didn't just teach me a valuable lesson. It changed my way of thinking. I believe we all start off as a prisoner inside our own cave. Then somewhere along the road there will be a calling that will make a person want to liberate themselves from their cave.
JAZMIN OZUNA
ENGLISH 100
CERRITOS COLLEGE
POST#2
Homonyms
When i first read this story i found myself confused, i could not figure out what the writer was trying to tell me. However; when went to class and after the students gave their understanding of the story it all started to make sense.
My understanding of Homonyms was that we cannot just place one thing under one category, because that one thing can fall under many. By labeling and categorizing objects or people we are essentially limiting their full capacity. Like a student in class said "when we place things under categories, we take away all the things we can do with it." Her example was a wheel she used to swing on and now she uses wheels for her car. Like objects, we should not categorize people becasue like objects people fall under many different categories, not just one.
Homonyms
Antonio Acosta
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #2
I read Homonyms and what I think it means is that what makes an abject what it is. For example who said red is called red. How do people know that red is red if no one has seen it. People just seen what they think is red. another example is the word hot. It can mean some thing is spicy or the temperature out side is 100 decrease and people say is a hot day. Our when people se a beautiful person and say he or she is hot. Also a shoe it as multiple uses who said it has to go on his or her feet. So who know what a thing is or means because it has multiple uses and which one is the right one.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Antonio Acosta
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #1
First time me reading The Allegory of the Cave connected with my life.It talks about humanity in a way prisoned in their own world, in their imaginary light. They are release and are afraid of the truth and return in their imprisonment and some move forward. In my life there is God towards good and the world and its evil that it brings. A men the is in the world doing wrong. He is drinking doing drugs, in violence, or in other word in sin thinks that were is is at is the right place. Thinks that the light that is near him is the real light. Then he finds God, released from imprisonment, chains are broken and finds the true light and it is afraid and goes back the world or accepts the true light and accepts God in his life. A person in the world is unenlightened and a person with God is enlightened.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Esmeralda Otozco
English100
cc
post#7
OMG MARIA
when the news came out that we would be needing antennas in order to watch tv i was like wtf they might want to brain wash us. its silly really THE NEW ERA as they made it seem but to me tv still looks the same maybe later on we will begin to notice changes i just think it was a waist of money
Michael Swisher
English 100
Cerritos College
Post#6
I took the road less traveled by, words poetic and profound. Mr. Frost, you can paint with words, can invoke without sound. A poem quite strong, yet still subtle to me. I read the words ‘til the poem made me see. A dense yellow wood, and the roads as described. A majesty of nature, a divinity imbibed. Mr. Frost, I believe, you truly see this picture depicted. I know this purely because my soul was evicted. Brought forth amongst castles of unending despair. Oh Robert Frost, so long we’ve been friends, always showing me care. I too have taken a road less traveled by. Not necessarily for choice, but often just to ask why. Why are there roads, why do you walk? You are wonderful wishers, with wonderful words in stock.
A dense yellow wood, with colors so bright. A dense yellow wood both by day, and by night. May I walk with you Mr. Frost? May we find a road together? For I feel I am lost, and followed by dark weather. The leaves behind me, they are trodden black. I am sorry, dear sir, but I cannot go back. Let us move forward and see this world that is grassy and wants wear. For if you will take me with you, I do wish to go there. Your pace is quickening, do you not want me by? Please slow your footsteps, please do not fly.
Soon out of sight, I again am alone. My heart is a sullen, stream-split stone. My hand is the brush, lining this road less traveled by. My eyes are the treetops, peering down from the untraveled sky. I will miss you Mr. Frost, go and make mention of me, so that somehow, a few of them will see. See the woods that surround even the proudest of men, and how they will forge them, time and again.
Jenny Guzman
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #18
Hello Everyone,
I just want to say sorry to my classmate that I have may have snapped at. I had a Huge head ache yesterday. My head ache hurt so bad I had to wait awhile to drive home. So my group I am sorry and Antonio as well. If I did not do anything to you, disregard this message.
Haha
Prof H, Antonio Acosta did blog, but he made his own blog instead of posting on this one. I did show him how to do it.
Esmeralda Orozco
English100
CC
Post#8
The Road Not Taken
By Robert Frost
When i first read the poem i knew i could connect to it in one way or another. "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood" when i read this line i got the feeling of having to make a choice i would either follow one direction or another. At the end of the poem Robert Frost states how his choice made all the difference. Reading the poem i remebered how i was forced to take a road. I had to choice if i wanted to maintain a relationship where we had no freindship or communication or leave it and go of by myself to a world i was not use to.If I left him I would be alone and unaware of what to do or what would come next but if i stayed it would be the same problems and i would be unhappy. I had to make a choice not knowing what would come from it. This poem can really relate to anyone because at some point or another someone will be faced to take one road.
Esmeralda Orozco
English 100
CC
Post#9
SO ITS MY OLDER BRO BDAY ON SUNDAY!!!!!
BUT IDK WAT TO GET HIM SINCE HE BOUT TO TURN 30 I THINK WELL ANYWAYS WHAT MIGHT A GROWN MAN WANT OR WHERE SHOULD I TAKE HIM IF ANYONE CAN HELP ME WITH THIS IT WILL BE GREAT!!!!!
XoXo
Monique Gutierrez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #6
Dreams
It is sad to say that one of my favorite activities is sleeping. If I could sleep all day and all night I would. I am not a lazy person, but I do love resting my brain. Especially after a long week of work and school. The best part of sleeping is dreaming. Even though most of my dreams do not make sense, I like trying to figure out what them mean. Like last night I fell asleep listening to my MP3 player. As a lover of music, sleeping with my headphones on was like having a soundtrack to my dreams. I don't know if any of you have experienced this but waking up to music is beautiful to me. I'd like to purchase one of those books about dreams. I know most of the theories are BS, but I'd like to look into that.
Monique Gutierrez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #7
The Weather
Oh my god it is so hot! I thought summer was over? Summer is not my favorite season. I love Winter. The clothes are much cuter in the Winter time too. I've been wanting to buy one of those Eskimo jackets with the furry hood and some Uggs. I'd also like to go to the mountains so that I could experience snow. I went to Big Bear once and I was sad that there was hardly any snow there. There were snow patches on the floor, but that was it. Even though it's freezing cold, I still sleep with my fan on and a huge blanket. I just hate the hot weather because it puts me in a bad mood.
Jenny Guzman
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #19
Monique
I agree with you, I get in a bad mood due to head aches. I wish I can live in San Francisco, and enjoy the cold breeze. Haha
Jean Carlo,
Congrats on 200!
Jenny,
Thank you for taking over as blog MVP and class one for that matter!
Headaches, are horrible, and well this weather does not help, right?
100 degrees in some areas. . .
Jenny Guzman
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #20
Old Songs
I was driving to work today and I was listening to radio. I know this sound lame but Paula Abdul song "Rush Rush" came on and a flash of memories flooded my head. I know some youngin do not know this song, but it is mushy. I remember my old boyfriends. Ha it was funny.
Has anyone had that happened lately and if so, what song was it??
Sandra Valadez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post # 8(?)
Jenny,
I just was married last July and preparing for it was a little hectic. However, we made the "special" day simple. Weddings tend to be about what you can show off to your guests, how fancy and extravagant it could be. Always keep in mind that it is about the both of you and nobody else. We were married at the local civil (gee I blanked on the name of that place) well you know what I mean. Our reception was at a co-workers house. Huge back yard, pretty trees, huge patio, a pond, further back a basketball court for the kids. We had an older lady that had plenty of time on her hands to decorate. We purchased all of the the flowers from the Flower district in downtown LA, as well as the teal. We had my husbands brother cook for the event (He's a chef who studied in France so you know it was good :p) oh yeah the plates and stuff were purchased in good old Costco. When all said and done it was very beautiful and under $2000 for about 75 people. Well I'm not sure if this well help however, good luck with the special event:)
Sandra Valadez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post # 9(?)
Trini/Maria,
I read your post about analog tv and I totally believe and agree with your boyfriend. The government has all to do with it!!! It is a form of controlling and monitoring what we watch. Everytime you purchase a book "they" know exactly what you buy, a red flag may go up depending on the subject matter too!! I also believe that those new analog boxes have a camers inside wathing you, IT"S BIG BROTHER!!!!!! lol that is why I sold every single tv in my house, jk:)
"Here we are in a new age,
Wishing we were dead,
There's a TV in my front room
And it's screwing up my head
There's a scanner in the toilet
To watch you take a bath
And there's a picture of Hiroshima
To make sure you never laugh
And somebody told me
"Big Brother's watching you"
And somebody else said
"You know it's not true"
Who do you believe?
Well the police have all gone crazy
You never had it so bad
They take away the dignity
That you never really had
They know all about you
They even know what you drink
And if they thought you were worth it. They could sus out what you think, and think your crazy!
Well they asked me how to prove it
And there was nothing I could say
I said "Watch out for Big Brother"
And then they put me away
They said I was paranoid
Because I wrote this song
But they didn't need to read it
Because they knew it all along!!"
Yesica Vasquez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post # 5
Esme- Have you even been to Things Remembered?? I always but gifts for my family there. They engrave gifts, and have all kinds of things like frames, mugs, jewelery... I like the fact that it makes a gift more personal.. I would suggest finding an old picture of you and your brother.. like when you guys were little.. buying a frame and getting it engraved with a nice quote...
Monique- I am completely opposite.. Im always cold.. my boy-friend is ALWAYS hot so at night he has the AC blasting and the ceiling fan (we live together) and I always wake up sick!(ew) But!! Winter does have the cutest clothes!! and there's nothing like hot chocolate in front of the fireplace.. or the Holidays! Im a huge holiday maniac and love to decorate the house according to the "theme" (cant wait till Halloween)
Jenny- I heard you Love San Fran!! Mee too.. My little brother lives there so any chance I get I head down there (I miss him soo much) Im leaving to San Fran tonight (my plane takes off at 8) I'll try to bring something back for you.. The only thing that sucks it that we'll be down there for court =(
Diana Amezcua
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #4
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
I found Robert Frost’s poem The Road Not Taken as an affirmation of independence and individualism. When Frost writes, “And sorry I could travel both”, he is mentioning the importance of making choices which promotes independence. Indeed, making choices is a major part of our life and weather we like it or not we are making choices on a daily basis. Frost also talks about the magnitude certain decisions might have and that is why decisions require more thought into them. Like this passage explains, “long I stood And looked down one as far as I could”. In fact, since we start our day in the morning we are faced with choices, some may not be that important like choosing what we want to eat for breakfast or what to wear that day. On the other hand, we also have those choices that require more thinking and time, like choosing the car you want to buy, where to go on vacations and many others not mentioned. The Road Not Taken is mainly talking about the importance of making choices when traveling the path we choose in life which definitely comes in play when talking about individualism and independence.
Jenny Guzman
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #21
Sandra,
Thanks for the advice. The reason I am tripping is church thing, my b/f is Catholic and I am Christian. So I do not know all the stuff that needs to be done in a Catholic church. I said forget it and left it up to him. Hahaha!!!
Yesica,
Thanks for that, you do not have to get me anything, having a conversation about your favorite time in San Fran will be good enough for me.
This is one of the reasons why I love San Fran. Oh and the Clam Chowder!! Haha YUMMY!!
"The coldest winter I ever saw was the summer I spent in San Francisco." Mark Twain
Samantha Navarro
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #5
Pigheaded Poet by William Carlos Williams
In Pigheaded Poet, Williams demonstrates the duty one has for loved ones and for oneself, and how sometimes these cannot coexist. In the first paragraph Williams writes,
Everything I do
Everything I write
Drives me
From those I love
When one does anything that exposes ones true emotions and personality, it places at risk the relationships of those around us. This is so because they might have a place or status for us in THEIR lives, and anything that stirs their idea of how one should act does not benefit them. In this first paragraph, Williams takes responsibility for being the one who is being driven away from those who he loves, he does not say that his writing drives "them" away from him.
In the second paragraph Williams writes,
If it is good
They are bewildered
If it is bad
Ashamed
When one does something that others approve of, they are happy that we are fitting into their idea of "good," and the opposite is true when something is done that they do not approve of. An interesting point is that no matter WHAT we do, there will always be someone who will not accept what one has to say or do. It is impossible to try to do what will be accepted by everyone; if attempted it may result in contradictory behavior because of opposing views from everyone. It also results in not finding ones place in the world.
In the third paragraph, Williams writes,
At great risk
To the love they bear me
I walk barefoot
In quick sand
Williams is willing to jeopardize his relationships in order to have his own voice heard. As a poet, he utilizes poetry to express his true self, and though he understands writing and publishing his work will damage relationships, his drive to express himself in this manner may be too strong to hinder. As his title "Pigheaded Poet" says, he is stubborn in not adjusting his ideas to please other's classification of him. The concept demonstrated here is similar to what we have seen in Plato and Agamben, but in a humanistic manner. One must find one's own truth, despite the inevitable rejection from the varying perspectives we are surrounded with.
Prof. Hsiao
English 100/103
Cerritos College
Post idk
Commenting on Poem Interpretations
EXEMPLARS
Let me start with Michael Swisher in
English 100
Michael's is personal in that he takes on the persona of the speaker in the poem and as well as addresses Robert Frost as Mr. Frost.
There is a great deal of thought there all wrapped together intensively. . .
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Then there is
Samantha Navarro's explanation/interpreation of WCW's Pigheaded Poet.
Hers is done very well because she takes each stanza piece by piece and analyzes it in such a way that each word is explained.
The best part is at the end when she cross-textualizes William Carlos Williams with Agamben and Plato
--great work!
These two exemplars are the standard for the poetry posts. . .
Prof. Hsiao
English 100/103
Cerritos College
Post idk
Keeping up on the conversation
I enjoyed reading about
weddings (Jenny), television (Trini/Maria) or killing the television (Sandra), gift getting (Esmeralda and J/Yesica), dreams (Adrian and Monique). . .
and the conversation continues. . .
Monique Gutierrez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #8
Conversations
Yesica V.
I love Halloween too! It's my favorite holiday. Do you ever go to the Halloween Club? They have lots of cool stuff there. Many costumes and halloween decorations.
Jenny G.
I love that song "Rush" by Paula Abdul. The video is great too. I love Keanu Reeves, he's so hot! That song does bring back a lot of memories.
There are many songs I hear on the radio that bring back memories. The last one I heard that was most nostalgic to me was The Red Hot Chili Peppers song, "Under The Bridge" I'd always play that song on the jukebox at my favorite pizza hangout. It makes me sad because that pizza place is now a chinese restaurant. So, everytime I hear that song It reminds me of my teenaged years at my favorite hotspot.
Andrew Murphy
English 103
Cerritos College
Post#3
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Anytime poetry is involved in a course, especially American history, Robert Frost is always there. I love many of his works particularly "Nothing Gold can Stay".
"...Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both..."
This is a prime example of what all of us face day to day; choices. We all come to that fork in the road, but what outcome do we choose?
"...And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as fas as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the OTHER, as just as fair"...
When we face the decision or choice, we always contemplate each choice. Outweigh the good and the bad, just as the travel did. He saw a path hard and arduous and the other neat, grassy, clean or the easier way.
..."I shall be telling this with a SIGH...I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference."
This stanze of the poem had me re-reading it over and over. We realize the traveler took the road less traveled. Also we hear the traveler's inner thoughts contemplating if he would ever get a chance to walk back the first road. However, The traveler then "sighed" and tells us that the hard road has made all the DIFFERENCE.
I saw two meanings from that last stanza. First, the traveler sighed for regret (a sigh we do when we are despondent) and his decision made the difference. Maybe something he knows he can never change again due to his choice. For example, cutting away a best friend who is making poor choices trying to bring you down. You sigh in despair and always think "maybe I could have done this differently,etc.."
The second meaning I got for the conclusion of this great poem was it was worth the hard journey. the traveler sighed in relief for the end of his journey and his decision to take the difficult path paid off. My last example is related to education. When one decides to stick out the rigid course with the unforgiven teacher (no reference to this class), and do all the work and study hours on end to achieve the highest grade possible. Then that person see's that "A" posted on their transcript and can only muster a deep sigh of relief to lift the burden of that class. That one recognizes to take the hard choice, but in turn sees the difference in due course.
Sorry for the long post.
Andrew Murphy
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #4
Poet's Work by Lorine Niedecker
For the economic recession we are in I thought this would be appropraite to comment on for going into the Business major.
"Learn a trade" From the get-go we all hear from our elders and such to pick a trade or branch of work that interests us. Niedecker (who I believe is the narrator? of the poem) choose the trade to sit and write or condense in this case.
"No layoff from this condensery" Since Niedecker choose to write for her trade, she will never be out of a job or ever have to answer to a higher authority and get "canned". Trepidation runs through every worker in the world from the recession. Jobs are scarce, but there is a plethora of people who need work. Niedecker choose the path of no fear for losing a job. I believe she would like others to have trades or jobs in which to never be "...la(id) off..."
Edilu Medina
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #3
I love poetry their is always something electrical about what the poet is making one feel or giving us our own personal perspective.. I took interest in 2 poems The Road Not taken by Robert Frost and the Props assist the house by Emily Dickinson. I felt more passionate about the Props assist the House. Emily Dickinson has such a way of phrasing her poems and views.
The Props assist the house
until the house is built
And then the Props withdraw
And adequate, erect,
The House support itself
My view on these 4 lines is stating how a house needs to be stood up. Until the house is built from ground up in the proper manner it stands on its own. I see as a metaphor when were infants to now we need our parents to teach us the elements of walking, talking and growing till we can stand up on our own (College, real life).
And cease to recollect
The Auger and the Carpenter
Just such a retrospect
Hath the Perfected Life
We sometimes stop and acknowledge "the Auger and the Carpenter" our parents that taught us how to walk and stand. At times we treat them as a memory of when we were young and apart them from our own little world.
A past of Plank and Nail
And slowness- then the Scaffolds drop
Affirming it a Soul
"Plank and Nail" The tool and structure that our parents give us temporarily till we grow older and can stand our own.They see the process of us developing and admiring our soul that they've created (Graduated, accomplished).
I felt very passionate about this and can relate to it.Emily Dickinson you've done it again! I may write a poem tommorow..
LuLu
Samantha Navarro
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #6
It must be horrible to have a 103 fever in 100's heat....
my son's molars are coming out, and anyone out there with children know what I'm talking about..
This is the second day with him not wanting to eat and high fever, he did not even want to watch a movie or drink juice.. his two favorite pasttimes!! Now he is getting better.. pheeff!
As far as writing about my take on some of the class readings, for me it is a little intimidating because I am used to either writing for myself in journals or poetry, or writing for my past professor's eyes only. The fact that my peers will be reading my writing is still a little hard to overcome, it puts me in a vulnerable spot because I have used writing as an outlet for years. But this is part of our lesson this week right? Showing my true self as I can express myself the best (just like Williams!). I may be quiet in person, but I know what I cannot say in person my writing will express (Duh! I AM pursuing a career in writing!).
Gabriela Tovar
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #4
I am at my boyfriends house having a little "comida" for his friends birthday... I am bored and in his room trying to get things done but can't really concentrate... It is too hot, maybe that is why? Anyways, about the poems, i have given thought to one poem but i do not think i am ready to post anything... Well, see you later guys... Enjoy the rest of the weekend...
Celina Rivera
English 100
Cerritos College
Post#6
Today was an intresting day. I worked today with a bunch of patients. Patients can be so upsetting. I sometimes do not understand how patients get so confused. When you ask them a question they are all lost. Today was a confusing day. I guess I should elaborate more.
Priscilla Daza
Cerritos College
English 100
post #4
WHATS UP YO! ("yo" meaning everyone)
pigheaded poet by william carlos william
okay so what i did for this poem was pretty much write notes next to every stanza that was broken up for me. for the first stanza "everything i do everything i write drives me from those i love" what i made sense of it was that the poet being himself is driving himself away from the people he loves. pretty much self explained. as for the second "if it is good they are bewildered if it is bad ashamed" my interpretation is the his loved ones are not with them through his good nor his bad accomplishments or decisions. none satisfaction whatsoever. as for the last stanza "at great risk to the love they bear me i walk barefoot in quicksand" what i got from that is the now for the love that they do have for the poet he must take the utmost care with what he does and not just be careful or aware but much much more because he's not walking on thin ice he says "i walk BAREFOOT in quicksand" barefoot people on quicksand. how much pressure is that man?
Yi-Hui Chiang
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #5
How's everyone's weekend so far? :)
It's been a busy week for me. School, work, church....I don't even have any spare time, SIGH! Most of my time during the weekends,I engage myself in serving at church a lot, and I enjoy it! But because of that, I always have piled-up homework. It seems that I can't handle both at the same time, yet I want to have both. I guess I'm not that good at time management; I really need to find a balance point.
Does anyone have any suggestion?
Zachary Duke
Eng 100
CC
Post# 5 i think
Pighead Poet
This poem is like my life in a way. what ever i do, I disappointed someone. If i do good, bad or indifferent. In this Poem, the writer can not make anyone happy. no matter what he/she does. If he does good, they are bewildered. If bad, ashamed.
I have REALLY bad news for those who care. me and Nelly, my girlfriend well, ex now. we broke up. It is killing me. I don't know what to do!!!
Yi-Hui Chiang
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #6
The Props assist the House by Emily Dickinson
By my understanding, Dickinson uses a metaphor of the development of the soul by describing the building process of a house. To build a house, many props will be needed to assist and support it until it is accomplished. Once It is completed, the house will no longer need the props and cease to recollect the Auger and the Carpenter. If recalled, the house was formed, in a slow process, step by step with planks, nails, and other parts. Only with all the materials needed putting up together and the effort that was made, the house will be firm and solid to support itself.
The maturation of our soul happens to be in a similar way. It takes more than just time to evolve a great soul. However, the growth of the soul is not as easy as building a house. All the "props", essential elements and experiences, are needed for a soul to be strong. Instead of planks and nails, there might be joy and even tears and some unexplainable abstract feelings. Whether the good or the bad, they are all parts of the formation of the soul; meanwhile, they will all become the characters what makes the soul unique.
Jaime Valadez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #4
PIGHEADED POET
After reading this poem i felt like i knew exactly what the William Carlos Williams what trying to get across to me.
Everything i do
Everything i write
Drives me
For those i love
Thats so true because in my life everything i do is for those i love. I always think of my loved ones before i think about myself.
If its good
They are bewildered
If its bad
Ashamed
its true when you do good everyone embraces you, but when you do bad many are ashamed. One thing that never changes is no matter what you do the ones that truly love you will always be around.
At great risk
To the love they bear me
I walk barefoot
In quicksand
Even when its seems impossible, family will always have your back. Even if sometimes you feel like your sinking know that they will always be there.
Brian Jimenez
English 100
Post#4
well, happy now that i had the time and chance to enter this website. I tend to keep myself busy as much as possibe. And i mean busy! Monday morining i start by awaking up at 530am to take my father to work. After,i head back home to get ready for school which starts at 7am and ends at 9am. Then my next class starts at 1230pm and ends at 2pm following right after at i have my speech class and ending it with our english 100 class. So, i am at school from 7am to 7pm and doing homework in between class's. Right after class i drive back home only to change and attend my MMA class from 8pm to 930pm which i love doing. I think MMA is the only thing making me happy at this moment! I take part at these class's monday thru Friday!So thats my Monday for you guys and this is the same for Wed. Tue,Thur,and friday and one Sat a month i work at Island Dental as a DA from 9am to 6pm and then again MMA class at 8pm. My weekend sometimes starts by catching up on homework, bills, and other stuff like washing my clothes and taking care of my pet snake named Snapple. I always try to give myself freetime also and enjoy time with my family and friends.....I put up a picture now with one of my friends lol..........
Well, thanks for who ever reads this post and it felt pretty cool venting in my own weird way.
Brian Jimenez
English 100
Post#5
Oh yeah i will be back later to post on Homework......
reAdrian Moreira
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #6
On Robert Frost's quote on words:
Robert Frost says, "Sometimes I have my doubts of words altogether.....they are worse that nothing unless they do something....".
I feel that sometimes we use big words to try and sound smarter. Or we say a lot with little meaning. Do not just write to write. Write to make the reader feel something. Write to reach someone somewhere.
Robert Frost also writes about his definition of poetry, "My definition of poetry (if I were forced to give one) would be this: words that become deeds.". Words should move you. They should take you to where the writer is and maybe even beyond that. They should not just be there to take up space. There should be feeling behind writing. Passion. When you listen to a song or read a poem, and it makes you think about your life and you can relate to it, those are words with deeds. They did their job and made you feel something.
Brian Jimenez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post#6
"Family"
Pledge allegiance to this bond,
For it will never break,
For thoses who try,
they will fall,
For we are family,you and I
3 Tears for you, we all shall cry,
You fall,
I fall,
For family is everything!
Brian Jimenez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post#7
Pigheaded Poet by William Carlos Williams
Everything I do, Everything I write Drives me, From those I love....William gets driven by the people he loves and makes choices on behave all them and writes about the ones he loves weather its good about them or not.Even though its a great risk on what he does his love ones love him very much and might be ashamed. There love is like quicksand it will surly end slowly if he continues to do what he is doing.
Michael Swisher
English 100
Cerritos College
Post#7
Hello Everyone;
I wanted to ask everyone, what is this Global Warming thing I have been hearing about? Just thought I'd ask since it is currently 700 degrees outside. If I happen to melt into a soup of human puddle, I can only blame myself since I drive a three letter word "SUV". My son broke his arm on Thursday. Poor thing is half human, half plaster right now. He is a tough kid though, not too much crying. I just wanted to say hi to everyone, and let you all know what's going on with me. Have a great rest of the weekend, and I'll see everyone on Monday afternoon.
Veronica Vasquez
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #4
Pigheaded Poet by William Carlos Williams
Although I'm sure this poem came straight from a poet's heart and point of view, it wiggles in with anyone that has a passion in their life.
Everything I do
Everything I write
Drives me
From those I love
Yes, we do love the people that support us and have made us who we are. This is probably why we are so conflicted at times in doing activities that may "drive" us away from them. It seems the author felt torn between his loved ones and his work, as many of us are with our own passions and beliefs.
If it is good
They are bewildered
If it is bad
Ashamed
In this stanza, the author portrays what many people can relate to in their lives that are filled with rejection and acceptance. While we yearn for approval more times than not, this is not the reason the author writes, but to express the deepest, darkest abyss that we hide so well. Like the author states, they can either love it, or hate it, but they will surely express it well. This is probably what could again "drive" us away from either our families, or from what we love to do.
At great risk
To the love they bear me
I walk barefoot
In quicksand
Here the true passion the author has for writing shines brightly. They are putting on the table what is probably the greatest treasure we hold; the closeness shared with loved ones. It is so great of a risk, that it is comparable to walking on quicksand, a deadly venture. Walking on quicksand "barefoot", as he states, is saying that he is taking this risk so confidently while being well aware of the consequences.
To me, this shows true dedication and ambition for hopes and dreams in life itself. Not only does it show how beautiful a passion can be, but how difficult the hardships are throughout the journey. Most of all, I enjoyed the simplicity of the poem.
In the words of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "Simplicity in character, in manners, in style; in all things the supreme excellence is simplicity."
Veronica Vasquez
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #5
@Michael Swisher & Global Warming
Not sure if you were being sarcastic lol, but if you do want to know more about global warming, there are a couple good things to watch on it. My favorite, and what you would mostly get the gist out of on G.W., is Al Gore's "An Inconvenient Truth." Really good piece, in my opinion. Pretty famous too.
Just recently watched Zeitgeist Addendum, and I'll admit it's very persuasive (as it's meant to be, I'm sure). It's mostly about how our Monetary system works (in their eyes), changes that "could" possibly make the world a better place (in their eyes), paradise/nirvana etc. If you guys do decide on picking it up, please don't believe everything you see/hear from it. I'd encourage you all to do your own research on the matter, but it's a well-put film. I'll admit, I didn't watch it with a complete open-mind (I kept chanting cult!), but it's still a really interesting approach on our government's system.
If anyone has seen it, I'm open for discussion/opinions you have on it!
Tess Elizondo
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #3
The poem that most intrigued me was Pigheaded Poet by Carlos Williams. I felt I connected the most with this poem because of how deep the poet expresses his emotions. When I decide to write a poem it is when I am feeling at my worst or my best. I feel the poet talks about how he tries his best but at the end it is never good enough. The stress of being categorized as the best weakens his ability to write of what he is capable of. The poet might also feel overwhelmed by his talent, and how his family does not understand how writing is a work of art.
Antonio Acosta
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #3
I read the poem "The Road Not Taken". What I think this poem mean that in life there are many challenges. He or she get a choice of taking the easy way or the hard way. The hard way will make you a stronger person but people take the easy way out. Then a person realize it is the wrong way but then it is to late.
Cathrina Afusia
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #6
After going over the selection of quotes and poems there was one in particular that stood out from the others. I truly related to the words of Robert Frost. His words were so direct and straight to the point, almost like me! I believed the quote delivers the message that actions speak louder than words. This is a message I strongly stand behind. A voice and someone's words can be so powerful. It is something worth acknowledging when someone takes responsibility for their thoughts and creates a positive outcome. There was one line that stood out the most, and that is when he stated "they must be flat and final like the show-down in poker, from which there is no appeal. I love this line. The delivery of any words should be direct and straight to the point. It all has to do with integrity, to say and do the right things for the right reasons all of the time. Just as Robert Frost advised "words that become deeds." Anything that you believe in should be voiced and result in an intentional clarified act. Sometimes our words are all we have.
Ibeth Rodriguez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #5
I am sitting here reading poem after poem. Poems of sadness, hope, beauty, love, and heartbreaking poems. Unfortunetly im going through a depressing moment in my life rite now. I am sitting here reading the poems crying thinking about life. About how one simple mistake can change my life forever. Decisions that I knew if I could have said no my life would be perfect. Before I continue I want to let you know what poem gave me a little bit of hope "Keep Believing In Yourself". This poem gave me a little bit of hope, only hope because I know it will not change my future. Sometimes we make mistakes, some very small that you can fix, others are mistakes that will be in our life forever. Pregnacy?, that word did not even crossed my mind, but now unfortunetly it is something that I cannot stop thinking of. Why me? I know why because of a stupid decision I made. At this point I see nothing positive about it. Of course my friends trying to be the best friends that they can be tell me nothing will go wrong. They tell me to be strong and always think positive. How can I be calm and not think negetive about the situation? This is something that will change my life forever, something that will ruin my future, goals, career, and much more. I know I might sound like a negetive person but this is something that no one should joke around about it. Well the poem was basically about how there are always going to be obstacles in our life. No matter how big the obstacles are we are always going to get through them, not only by ourselves but by the people who care and love us. It made me realize that this is just another obstacle in my life. Of course life is not always going to be perfect, in life we are always going to be scared, happy, surprised, annoyed, it is never going to be perfect. I am going to keep reading more poems that will help me out with what I'm going through rite now.
Jenny Guzman
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #22
Hey guys,
I hate hate hot weather!!! I love my daddy but I hate that he is so cheap. On Friday, it was as Michael stated 700 degrees. I thought I would become soup. My family begged my father please to turn on the A/C. Like a jail warren he tease and taunt that he would, but never did.
On Saturday I pulled out the big guns and hit below the belt. I told my dad the BABY was hella hot and could get a fever if she was exposed to the hot weather. As I expected he turned on the A/C in like 10 minutes. I did not abuse this gift he gave us, so after he had it on for about 3 hours the house was ten times cooler. That is when he turned it off and no complained. On Sunday without anyone asking him he turned on the A/C. I know I may have exploited my baby, but I feel it was for the greater good. I would do it again if this weather keeps up.
Brenda Flores
English 100
Cerritos College
Post#4
I blogged about my poem of choice on my page. For anyone who was interested in what I chose and what I had to say about it. Man is it HOT!!!!!
Jenny Guzman
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #23
Michael,
Sorry your son broke his arm but at least what you said about him was wrong. You said he was kinda girly. He showed you he is a tough lillte kid, I bet that felted good. Hope he feels better.
Ana Cervantes
English 100
Cerritos College
Post#5
Pigheaded Poet by William Carlos Williams
What helped me understand this poem better was to break down the tittle and the poem and replace Pigheaded Poet with Stubborn Poet. With this said, to me the poem talks about a person that does anything that causes him to be taken away from those he loves. A good example of this are the lines 5-8 that shows how those he loves react to his doings. That is why he is true to himself and he knows that risk makes him walk on unstable ground with those he loves. Eventhough, he know the consequences of his doings he is stubbborn not to change. The reason for his stubborness is beacuse he knows you cannot go through life pleasing everyone even if you love them. I think that any one can relate to that beacuse we have experince that ourselves.
Alonso Llamas
Cerritos College
English 103
Post# 3
Reading thought the selection of quotes and poems I found myself at a standstill. I could not choose one; however, the first quote one the paper by Robert Frost caught my attention. At first the quote seemed simple enough, but after reading it over and over the whole meaning became extremely profound. In the quote Robert Frost argues how word must amount to something, and be a call to action. At first Frost beings by expressing doubt to his words, he fears that words have no use and are pointless. However, the only way words can have use is if they have a meaning beyond the literal. Much like Frost stated, “…unless the amount to deeds, as in ultimatums or battle cries… from which there is no appeal”. Words are useless the words can have an impact on a person. The words must truly speak to one in order to be effective. Much like in history, words can truly be powerful and drive people to action (i.e. Thomas Paine’s Common Sense). Words must be straight and to the point without any ambiguousness. Most importantly word must become deeds. Words must have the power to persuasive one to take the final step and make those words into actions.
I wonder if any of this has any correlation with Homonyms?
Jenny Guzman
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #24
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.
Maybe I am slow or have mommy brain, but I had to read this poem about 5 times. I read it silently and out load to get the full grasp what I think this poem is about.
What I feel it means that the two roads are different one smooth and the other is rough to walk on.
The one he walks on he said he needed much attention. Attention meaning it needed someone to walk on it. That is the literal meaning, but what he means is that people should not take the easy way out. When one takes the easy way most likely you will have to do it twice. My mom always tells me this say “El aragan y el mosquito caminan dos veces el comino” Which in the literal translation means the lazy man and his wart walk the road twice. Obviously this makes no sense in English. What she is trying to say to not be lazy and do what you have to do right, If you do not you will have to do it twice.
My example is something I know almost everyone does. When we have to throw away something what is the first thing we do? Everyone thinks they are basketball stars and throw their trash from like 5 feet away. If one is lucky it will go in and they can walk away. Nine out of ten we miscalculate the weight of the trash and the angle we need to throw it. When one gets up they make a lot of noise thinking the trash will go in, and what happened? They have to walk to the trash to pick it up.
So the simple version of this poem is that one can take the easy way and may have to do the job twice. Or one can take the road that takes a little work and will get the job down first time.
Gabriela Tovar
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #5
La Frontera\Borderlands Gloria Anzaldua
To me this speaks that women can be on top of the world.
I want to change the world, I want to slow sown global warming... I hate people that just throw trash like whatevet, "people, throw away your trash to the nearest trashcan".... PLEASE!!!
I know, and have confidence in us WOMEN that WE CAN DO IT!!!
The only thing that I hate about us is jus that we can not get along well... Other than, belive me, we can rule the world...
I speak for all women whe i say that if we can get along with each other well, we can have every men eating in the palm of our hands...
Anyways, back to the poem, there are a lot of women that has made a difference in the world of today. For example, Hilary Clinton, she was running for president and now she is secretary, the wife of Arnold schwarzenegger wife, she is going there, the lady that has impress me alot is the CEO of Pepsi CO; Indra Nooyi. She does her best to be a full time empployer and hav etime with her kids. She is one of my idols... But yeah, this is all i got and little of wha ti got from "No f-ing around tomorrow, mujeres. IT's fonna be all about writing to change the world". Even though this is not about writing to change the world for us women but, it is time to change the world by writing, taking a lead, and going for it... I love women and i know WE CAN DO IT!!!
Monique Gutierrez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post # 9
PIGHEADED POET by William Carlos Williams
What was understood in this poem was that Williams wrote personal experiences either of his loved ones or of himself. No matter what pain he causes with every word spilled, he'll keep on writing. He procedes to dig himself into a deeper grave with the words he writes. "I walk barefoot In quicksand." To me,Williams is a risk taker. This poem is symbolic to me because it does not hurt to take certain risks, but for the sake of family discretion is advised.
Monique Gutierrez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #10
The Strangest Dream
I had the strangest dream the other night. I dreamt that I was on my way to see a Depeche Mode concert in Hollywood. In reality, the show I was supposed to attend got cancelled so that was bumming me out all week. Back to the dream, anything and everything was preventing me from going to the show. I had no transportation! All of a sudden Channing Tatum hijacks a bus and tells me that there is no way in hell I'm missing this concert. I was like,"Ok" and then he drove me to the venue. Once we get there I see the band introduce themselves onstage and then BOOM! I wake up. It's like even in my dreams I can't see them perform. I was so pissed.
Yesica Vasquez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post # 7
Pigheaded Poet by William C. Williams
I would have to say this poem instantly caught my eye. A lot of the things I do, I do it for my family. I want to push my family up and set a good example for my younger siblings. But sometimes the things I do aren’t taken into consideration or even taken negatively. There are many times I feel much unappreciated. Why is it that many people pay more attention to the negative things that happen in life rather than the good things? Why is it that I am looked at as an enemy because I care about my future and my family’s future? Till this day, a lot of people think that I am just going to give up and end up like many of them at home with kids with no career. I try so hard to bring my family together and to make things positive between us, but there’s always a set back like if as much as I try they don’t want to be together. Like if it’s my fault things are the way they are. Very few people have faith in my future, but so far I can happily say I’ve proven them wrong.
Romero, George
English 103
Professor Hsioa
Cerritos College
Post #....
Allegory of the cave
By Plato
"Better to be the poor servant of a poor master, and endure anything, rather than think as they do and live after their manner?"
While one may feel as though one must conform and hide within the shadows of the ignorant, one must realize that this is nothing more than a cowerdly move. One must come to a cross roads in ones life where they must make a decision on whether they will or will not take on the ignorant masses, and the years of persecution that one may endure in the name of individualism. This is most likely what plato was trying to get across when he made this quote. In the end if one is to choose individualism over comformity please endure what is to come, because in the end what one attains is far more precious than any other material or false praise.
Arcelia Swarr
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #4(or is it #3??)
I hope everyone had a great weekend despite the unbelievable heat!! I do not have A/C at my house and we have poor air flow, so, needless to say, our house gets really uncomfortable! I had a busy weekend, most of it involved being somewhere other than home, and for the most part somewhere with A/C.
Ok, now on to my homework part pf the blog. I read all of the poems, but The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost stood out the most to me. To me, this poem was about the choices we all must face in life. Sometimes we choose the path that looks easier just because we do not want to have to put out too much effort, but we get very little in return. If we choose the path that is less traveled, then we have to figure out much more for ourselves. When you go down a path where no other has traveled, then you do not have someone you can go to and ask how to make it through. You may have to cut through a lot of shrubbery(drama, hurt, baggage, etc) but once you clear yourself a path of your own, then there is nowhere left to go but forward. To me, there was one particular line that stood out the most to me, and it was at the end,
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
To me, this quote just brought the entire poem home to me. I have been through a rough path lately, one where few people in my life have traveled, and I would not change one bit of it. I struggled with dropping old habits and recreating myself in the process, and i am extremely happy with where I am thus far in my life. Had I taken a path where everyone could have told me how to handle things, I would not be half the woman I am today.
Zachary,
I know how it feels to lose the one you love, I still remember my last break up and it was not pretty. Indeed, at that moment I felt that my whole world had came to an end, and as time past realized that it was better for us to have taken our separate ways. Yeah you might feel lost at the beginning but as time progresses you will find yourself again. A good friend of mine gave me this little poem when I was going through those hard times to remind me that things will get hard and painful, but we must keep going and DON’T QUIT.
DON’T QUIT
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow--
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor's cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.
- Author unknown
I would recommend that if you really love her, you try everything in your power to work things out. And that way you won’t regret not trying to do something to save your relationship. I wish you the best and hope everything works out.
Christina Arredondo
English 103
C.C
Post#3
Out of all the poems and quotes that I read, the one that stood out the most and I liked was "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost. I remember coming across this poem back when I was in high school and here it is once again. It is one of my favorites.
The poem is about how every individual has decisions and choices to make. Whether it is about the littlest things or the situations where you have to constantly have think it throught it. It goes from every step you take to every move you make. Despite what a every person does, there are always going to be consequences. There is always going to be two roads/paths that a person is going to be able to take. Question is which one is best one?
Robert Frost briefly states that in the poem. He had to decide which road was he going to take. Does he take the one that majority of people choose, the one that gives the same results, and it is the easy way out? Or does he take a risk on choosing the path less traveled by, enrolling into a challenge, with a rewarding ending?.. In the end, he weighs the advantages and disadvantages into making the decision of the path less traveled by. "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." He points out the best choice is not the easy way out. One has to go through their own difficulties, troubles, and experiences in order to be successful. If not, he or she is going to be like everyone else. One has to strive and challenge themselves to part of the good recognition and accomplishing life. Taking the path that Frost refers to, makes us evolve into a greater person and who we are at the end.
Michelle Pachas
English 103
Cerritos College
The Road not Taken by Robert Frost
Frost here talks about the choices one has to make during life and how these decisions shape who this person becomes. He begins by painting a visual in our minds of two roads. Using them as a metaphor
describing two pathways he must choose from. Analyzing them both, he comes to the conclusion that the outcome of both is overall the same but the second route seemed “grassy and wanted wear” or the least taken. Because of this Frost decides to take the second route; which in from my perspective would be the more difficult (maybe more heroic?) path. Not entirely ruling out the other option, he understands that one action and the choices he makes affect the outcome and will bring him too another “splitting road” and doubts that he will eve comeback to reconsider the first route.
“I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence”
I also get the sense that he feels that because only one pathway can be chosen he will always be unsure if he chose the correct one. I really took interest in this poem because it is completely relatable to everyone. Life brings you nothing but obstacles, decisions, and pathways which lead to your next destination in life and we all try to analyze this situations and pick whichever seems best suited for us. Once our decision has been made there is no undoing them. Like Frost says these decisions “made all the difference” in who we are today.
Celina Rivera
English 100
Cerritos College
Post# 6
When I was reading the poem/quote I did not really understand it. Then I looked at it again and told myself to make sense of what I am reading. What I got out of it was that words are much more than what we take them to be. Words can be something so meaningful yet so confusing. Words can also hurt a person.
When you say cetain words sometimes we get all caught up in the moment. Whether good or bad we say thing without thinking or thinking to much. We also say words that can be miss leading. words can really hurt someone. On the other hand words can have a great outcome.
For instance when I graduated from high school and my parents told me that they were proud of me. The word proud made me feel made me feel happy. I was so happy that they were proud of me and could tell friends and family that they were. Soon enough that all changed when I had a talk with my parents about college. I sat down with them and told them that the college in Ohio I would not be attending.
It suddenly became a battle-cries my parents kicked me of the house. My parents told me then that my decision did not make them proud. There went the word proud once again, but not in a good sense. I was hurt and upset because that one word proud that I held so high in my parents minds was now not so high. I took that word proud from my parents when I graduated ran with it.
That word gave me confidence, self-esteem and a sense of love. When they told me that they were not proud I was lost like I could not finish doing anything. Then I thought what can I do to get that one word back proud so that I can feel ultimatums. What do you think?
Celina Rivera
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #7
Oh yeah the quote/poem was the first one. It was written by Robert Frost
Janice Silva
English 103
Cerritos College
Post#4
The Allegory of the cave by Plato
"Better to be the poor servant of a poor master, and to endure anything, rather than think as they do and live after"
It is better to be a poor servant to yourself (master)than to take upon another life and to live their life instead of your own. At first, being someone your not can have it's glories, people seeing you in a different light, respect for the person your playing and temporary feeling good. Eventually the person that is locked inside your soul would like to be realized and to be recognized, to take it's rightful place, the truth of who you are. When we hide who we are, it tends to show up every once in a while, to bleed out, either out of frustration or to cry out in pain. It hurts when we have to put on a facade, because we are afraid to show the truth, but wanting to be accepted without getting hurt. Being chained to this fake person, living a lie for another affects the holistic well-being because the pressure is to great.
Being able to be your own person is rewarding. Even though people have their perception of the "Poor servant", it is better to be that and living freely of who you are than to be chained to a person you are not, and not being recognized for the uniqueness of one's self.
Sarika Vaswani
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #3
The Props assist the House
by Emily Dickinson
I love the way Emily Dickinson uses something as simple as the process of building a house as a metaphor for the becoming of a human soul. Building a house is a long and lengthy process. A strong foundation is necessary. Hard working hands and props are needed in order to construct a durable and independent house. From the ground up, it is built to become a home, a shelter for a family. Once able to stand on its own, the house no longer needs the use of props or the Auger and the Carpenter and they are not remembered.
This can be applied to the human soul. As individuals, we build our souls to be strong ones. Everything we go through in life, impacts us in one way or another. Our "props" needed, are experiences with people, places, and things that allow our souls to thrive and grow. Whether these life lessons affect us in a positive or negative aspect, they result in the same thing- strengthening our inner spirits. Often times it's the unremembered moments that help mold and shape us as human beings.
This is what I got out of the poem. There were a few things I did not understand, so I asked a friend for his point of view. He believed the poem actually tied in with sexual frustration and religion. Although neither one of those things had crossed my mind when reading Dickinson's poem, his explanation made complete sense. My interpretation seemed way off in comparison to his, but I think that's the beauty of poetry.. there is no right or wrong way to interpret a piece of literature.
my posts seem not to be showing up.
Andy Tran
English 100
Post #4
I have posted on Saturday but for some reason the post did not show up. I thought there may have been a time delay but I still have not seen my post. Luckily I have my post saved onto notepad just in case.
Pigheaded Poet by William Carlos Williams
From what I believe, Williams is torn apart by the things he loves to do and by those whom he loves. In other words, they cannot cohabit as written in stanza one.
Everything I do
Everything I write
Drives me
From those I love
His passion draws him further away from the people he loves such as family and friends. Just after reading the first stanza, I already feel a strong connection towards my life as everything I love to do also draws me away from the people I love as not everybody loves to do what I do.
If it is good
They are bewildered
If it is bad
Ashamed
In stanza two, I believe Williams is explaining that there are always people who will agree with you and at the same time there are those who will be against you in everything you do and and stand for. Do not change for ones sake but ones self.
At great risk
To the love they bear me
I walk barefoot
In quicksand
In stanza three, he explains that no matter how great the risk is, he will continue to do what he loves no matter the circumstances of what others will think. He does things for self gratitude and not for others.
This poem expresses the emotion and pain caused from continuing to do the things he loves and not what others want.
Jonathan Aguilar
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #8
Pigheaded Poet by William Carlos Williams
This poem is very simple and not too long. But this poem has a lot of meaning in it.
"Everything I do
Everything I write
Drives me
From those i love"
This shows how in life sometimes no matter what you do, it just is not good enough; even for loved ones. Williams states:
"If it is good
They are bewildered
If it is bad
Ashamed"
Hoping to please people or loved ones is hard. This is how I feel sometimes in my own personal life. If I get good grades or I do a good deed for somebody they wonder why I did it. But when I don't do something right or fail to do well at a specific thing they see me as a failure. This is what Williams is writing about. Then at the end of his poem he writes...
"At great risk
To the love they bear me
I walk barefoot
In quicksand"
Williams explains that in the result of him still wanting the love by those closest to him; it is like walking barefoot in quicksand. He says this because everything he does is just wrong or confusing to them. So, if one thing goes wrong and then another and then another. He is sinking deeper and deeper. But by doing it barefoot he shows that he knows what he is doing and is gonna try to keep on walking confidently.
Arturo Lopez
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #4
I read the road not taken by robert frost. the poem is full of beautiful imagery, so much so that in your mind you can actually picture what he is talking about. In the poem frost is caught in a fork road. he describes one as being well maintaned, with beautiful flowers. this path looks very inviting and the one that people pick the most. The other road is not so welcoming. he decides to choose the road that is not so appealing. I found alot of religious undertones in this poem. I do not know if frost was a religious man but the way i took the poem is he chose the path of righteousness. the road to destruction is wide and inviting while the road to salvation is narrow. frost chose the narrow road and by doing so he reaches his salvation.
Raul Moreno Jr
English 103
Cerritos College
Post: 5?
The Red Wheelbarrow [XXII]
This text is simple and short. Williams immediately engages the reader with his first line: "so much depends". The use of strong conditional words here forces the reader to push on to the end. He then identifies and tersely describes the object, something that has changed the appearance of said object but not the object itself, and the location of the object in space. For me the meaning is difficult to decipher since he was briefly involved with the Imagist movement of his time, of whose members wanted to do away with murky symbolism or more traditional poetry. It seems as though his first line is his way of saying, "Look here at my picture of a red wheelbarrow!" While the rest of the text is the showing of the picture, albeit incomplete. I say incomplete because although the engaging first line may have been meant to simply draw attention, the words are still conditional. He never answers for the reader, or viewer, what it is that depends on this red wheel barrow.
One might say then, that it is up to the reader to fill in those blanks, but how fitting that the wheelbarrow is red while Agamben too speaks of the color red. With application of Agamben's ideas in "Homonyms" one might say that WCW does nothing but lay a small foundation for the many different pictures that might be painted in one's head by this text. After reading a few commentaries on Red Wheelbarrow, I see the parallel principles of universality in these two works, though expressed in very different forms. Agamben is philosophical, dense and drawn out while Williams is simple, decipherable and brief.
Maria Ascencio
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #4
Pigheaded Poet by William Carlos Williams
This poem is simple but has a strong meaning.
Everthing I do
Everything I write
Drives me
From those I love
What he is refering to is that no matter what he does, It is not good enough for those he loves. To them, his writing is not good enough for them.
If it is good
They are bewildered
If it is bad
They are ashamed
It is difficult to kepp his loved ones pleased. Same but different thing with my dad. I would get good grades but he never really said much. When I got a bad grade, he got mad.
At great risk
To the love they bear me
I walk barefoot
In quicksand
Here, he explains that no matter how great the risk is, he will do what he loves no matter what others think.
Alyssa Wall
English 103
Cerritos
post 3
Pig Headed Poet
I love this poem because it connects to life so much. To me it is saying that a lot of the time the things that you do that are good go unnoticed, but the things that you do that are bad are recognized by everyone. It is so annoying that the bad is magnified, but the good is brushed under the rug. I have learned that only you can magnify the good things, and you have to be proud of the things you accomplish in your life. You have to do things for yourself, and be happy even if no one notices. Who cares if noone else acknowledges what you love to do, as long as you love it. You have to do things for you, and love them for you, not for anyone else. This poem also talks about how frustrating it can be when you do something you believe is great, and no one else sees it that way. It's not easy to go unnoticed, but it happens to everyone.
JASMINE CANO
ENGLISH 103
CERRITOS COLLEGE
POST # 2
LA FRONTERA/BORDERLANDS...GLORIA ANZALDUA
The poem was a little confusing because it did not really feel like a poem. In a way that actually helped because as I had said last semester I do not really like poems for the simple fact that I do not understand them. I felt though that what she was trying to say is no matter what if you want to change the world you would have to start with yourself. Also that a very good way that a woman or anyone can do this is not necessarly writing as she says, but with education. You can loose everything, but you cannot loose your education.
JASMINE CANO
ENGLISH 103
CERRITOS COLLEGE
POST # 2
LA FRONTERA/BORDERLANDS...GLORIA ANZALDUA
The poem was a little confusing because it did not really feel like a poem. In a way that actually helped because as I had said last semester I do not really like poems for the simple fact that I do not understand them. I felt though that what she was trying to say is no matter what if you want to change the world you would have to start with yourself. Also that a very good way that a woman or anyone can do this is not necessarly writing as she says, but with education. You can loose everything, but you cannot loose your education.
JASMINE CANO
ENGLISH 103
CERRITOS COLLEGE
POST # 3
This is technically my first post that does not have to do with the class, but I felt I had to do it even though Steven(b/f) said no.=)
I SAW HALLOWEEN 2 YESTERDAY AND LET ME JUST SAY THAT IN MY OPINION IT WAS HORRIBLE!!!!!!
I LOVE ALL THE HALLOWEEN MOVIES THEY ARE MY FAVORITES, AND WHEN I FIRST HEARD THAT ROB ZOMBIE WAS RE-MAKING THE FIRST ONE I WAS A LITTLE MAD. WHEN THE FIRST ONE CAME OUT I SAW IT, AND ACTUALLY LIKED IT A LOT. I THOUGHT IT WAS COOL HOW IT WAS NOT SO MUCH ABOUT RE-MAKING THE MOVIE, BUT PUTTING MORE BACKGROUND INTO IT.
SO NOW THE SECOND HALLOWEEN COMES AND I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE BETTER WHEN IN FACT IT WAS HORRIBLE. ROB ZOMBIE DID SO MANY CHANGES SOMETIMES IT WAS CONFUSING. THE FACT THAT MICHAEL MYERS KEPT SEEING HIS MOM WAS AS IF HE WAS TRYING TO MIX HALLOWEEN WITH FRIDAY THE 13TH.
BASICALLY I REALLY DO NOT RECOMEND ANYONE WASTES THEIR MONEY TO SEE IT. THE ONLY THING IS IF YOU LIKE A LOT OF BLOOD AND I MEAN A LOOOTTT THEN I GUESS WATCH IT, OTHER THAN THAT IT WAS BAD BUT I MEAN BAD AS IN HORRIBLE!!!>=/
Amador Damso
CC
Post #
"Cinderella Syndrome"
This past weekend me and my boyz got together for the pow-wow type meeting we usually have every two months. During this pow-wow we discuss many things. We have decided that women with the Cinderella Syndrome need to wake up! Every woman waiting for her "prince charming" needs to realize that they are the roots of thier own unhappiness. Many men are willing to be the man that you want them to be, but you must give them the chance. Most women complain that all men are assholes, but its only the men you deal with. A woman will complain that there are no good men, and in the same breath completely ignore a good guy simply because he is not cute enough or doesnt have enough money.
HYPOCRITES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i know that men are hypocrites but we own it.
I have had many of my women friends ask where to find a good man, so i respond with this phrase "the dude that was on the phone with at 3 in the morning trying to stop u from crying is a good place to look" and i always get the same answer "but hes not that cute"!!! NEWS FLASH: THE CUTE GUY DOESNT WANT YOU TO TALK!!!!!!
i swear its like women sit through Barbie & Ken 101. They act like the cute guy is the only one that can make them happy.
NOW I WANNA SAY THAT I AM GENERALIZING. NOT ALL WOMEN ARE LIKE THIS!!!!!
Life is to short to hang up on the money or looks, and if its really love ur gonna get old and ungly together anyways.
i have seen women deal with abusive men because they look nice or make money, but ignore the gentleman who will go above and beyond the required because hes not good looking or he is completley broke. im jus flat out sick of the drama and bullshit. Women need to give real men a chance because most of you will end up with an average guy anyways!
maybe if people looked inside a persons heart instead of instead thier clothing size, or wallet size, then people would be able to find happiness. i would offer a penny for your thoughts but i would feel like i am being overcharged.
Amador Damso
Engl. 103
Aug. 28, 2009
Life In A Box
Does that which is nameless still exist? Throughout my life I have been labeled many names, and I embraced some while others have angered me. One of the main boxes that I was put in was that of the gangster. As a young boy I was heavily saturated in the street life, so to this day I keep many of the mannerisms and dress. In my high school years I kept the style and friends I had in the years prior; these friends where those that I ran the streets with during my days of childhood nonsense. I still wore the Nike Cortez and the Dickies clothing, but I did this out of comfort more than anything. This lead to me being labeled as a hooligan, and also lead to me being underestimated in the scholastic realm. Teachers would see me walk into class and draw conclusion as to my intellectual level, and would also be less likely to help me. In one of my classes I had a teacher, who shall remain nameless, tell me “You should drop out and go to trade school. Your people are really good at fixing the low-rider cars”. This was one of the most discouraging events of my life, but I know if the teacher did not have the assumptions he did this would not have occurred. I was smarter than most students than most students in the class, but I was treated as though I was just there to fill a seat. I had to work twice as hard to achieve half the grade, and if I turned in spectacular work I was accused of cheating. The time in school was equivalent to running up a hillside with a boulder strapped to my back. It seemed impossible to win. If I turned in great work I was looked over with a fine tooth comb. If I half assed the work I would only be doing harm to myself, so my high school career was indeed a paradox. I believed that teachers, and the system were meant to farther the intellectual prowess of students, but I soon realized it only helps those that look like they fit in. This labeled placed on me also caused me countless altercations with police officers. Many police officers felt the need to accost me solely because of the clothes I wear, and how they fit my frame. I have been beaten and cuffed due to the fact that most people only think in stereotypes, and judge anyone that does not fit into their stereotype. Most people fear what they do not understand, but I fear those that do not understand. Those who judge what they know not are more likely to do physical harm. I have had to overcome many obstacles due to the label placed on me.
NOT YET FINISHED BUT I THOUGHT I WOULD POST IT BEFORE CLASS...
Martha Vazquez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post 4
I chose Pigheaded Poet by William Carlos Williams because that poem made me feel the authors frustration and love for his art and the mixed feelings from those surrounding him.
There are times when, to be able to express ourselves truthfully and to feel like we poured ourselves into our art, we offend people along the way. Some will love it, some will hate it. No matter what, the author feels like he loses someone along the way. There is no pleasing everyone, all the time, when one is truthful to himself.
When he says that he "walk(s) barefoot in quicksand" that, to me, says that he is accepting to bear the cross of his art. He is willingly putting himself in a position to lose everything, and everyone, to be truthful to his art.
JAZMIN OZUNA
ENGLISH 100
POST#3
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
BY ROBERT FROST
When I read this poem i was able to relate to it because for as long as i can remember i've always had to make a decision and no matter what someone always ended up getting hurt in someway, shape or form. When Robert Frost said "sorry i could not travel both" it was something that hit me because i am a people person, so i like pleasing others and it hurts me when i cannot do that. At the end of the poem Robert Frost says that he "took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference." At the end the decisions we make make all the difference whether its a good or bad difference.
Esmeralda Orozco
English 100
CC
Post#10
Thanx Yesica for the help but i kind of got it late cuz i didn't log on yesterday but my moms bday is coming up. Well it was my bro bday yesterday i wanted to fix the house up so wen he woke up he would be shoked but i woke up late and i got cought in the act lol. so yesterday was fun!!!! We had a lil kick bak 4 my bro and my friends came over it was nice.
Sandra Valadez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post # 9
I have been so sick lately!! I had no voice Saturday and Sunday. I read the poems and they did not jump out at me, I don't think I was in the right mind state to really/truely appreciate them. I will give them another try later tonight. I hope everyone had a good weekend :)
Esmeralda Orozco
English 100
CC
Post# 11
????
SO I JUST GOT OUT OF WORK & AS U MAY OR NOT KNO IM A HOSTESS BUT WEN THE BUSBOY LEAVES I GET TO BE A BUSGURL.. WELL 2DAY I WAS CLEANING TABLES & TAKIN CHIPS & WAT NOT WEN THIS PARTY OF 8 PPL ASK FOR MORE CHIPS NOW THATS MY JOB I UNDERSTAND BUT THE WAY HE ASKED MADE ME FEEL LKE I WANTED 2 SPILL THE CUP OF WATER I HAD IN MY HANDS.WELL IM NOT THE KIND OF GURL WHO WILL GIVE THEM ATTITUDE BAK OR SPIT N THERE FOOD ;^}(LOL) SO I JUST SMILED AND TOOK THEM THERE CHIPS. I REALLY THINK ITS MEAN AND RUDE 4 PPL 2 TREAT OTHERS LKE THEY ARE NOT BETTER THEN U. EVERYONE MAKES MISTAKES AND U NEVER KNO WHAT THAT PERSON IS GOIN THRO @ THE TIME I JUST WANTED 2 THRO THAT OUT THERE I HOPE U GUYS THINK OF THIS WEN U GO OUT TO EAT. EVERYONE HAS FEELINGS & IF THEY GIVE U ATTITUDE DONT GIVE IT BAK BE THE BETTER PERSON & HAVE THEN A WAT I CALL A F@%K U SMILE
Jean Carlo Morales
English 100
Cerritos College
Post 4
The Props assist the House - Emily Dickinson
I have to admit that poetry was never my strong suit. My last interpretaion of an Emily Dickinson was way off topic of what the author was really trying to say but I feel that out of all the poems this poem made the most sense out of all of them. It starts of by sayiing:
The Props assist the House
Until the House is built
And then the Props withdraw
And adequate, erect,
The House support itself
And cease to recollect
From this I can say that a house
just like people need support either from family or friends until a person is fully suitable enough to stand on their own two feet, meaning building their own life to their own needs. This is when that person ceases to recollect. Meaning that help(props) that person relied on does not need it anymore. Now it can live its own life and learn the many great lessons life has to offer.
The Auger and the Carpenter-
Just such a retrospect
Hath the perfected Life-
A past of Plank and Nail
And slowness-then the Scaffolds drop
Affirming it a Soul.
This part of the poem I feel like it is where the end is near. It lived the life it wanted. All that it went through made it into the house that it is. Once the reassurance it had is no longer there it is complete and there is no more to built on.
Gabriela Tovar
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #6
I am tired, i am hungry, and i am sleepy... I am in the computer lab waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up but it seems that i will have to go on the bus back home, there's hella traffic from San Pedro... My weekend was boring... Friday i went to go see Final Destination and it was okay, i've seen better... Saturday i went to my boyfriends soccer game and that's when i got all oof (depressed). Out of nowhere i got bored and was daydreaming... After his game we went back to his house because they were throwing a surprise birthday for one of his friends... Sunday i stayed home but it was worth it because its been a long time since the whole family ate together, then we played poker, my mom was kicking butt... thats my weekend, nothing special...
Hi Professor, Tess is here showing what i've been doing wrong.
Monique Gutierrez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #11
I want to go see Halloween 2! I've heard mixed reviews about it,but I want to see it for myself. I love Rob Zombie and Michael Myers is my all time favorite horror icon. I love horror movies. It kind of sucks though because I've seen a lot of horror flicks and I don't get scared anymore. Is it wrong to laugh at parts that are supposed to be scary?
Without You
Once when I was very young,
I wept for a year at what I’d done
Just once as a child, I fell apart as I am
The moment I speak of, was before I was a man
But this time had took hold and changed my wonder
To a life which can’t sail, and slowly sinks under
Once as a boy, I wept for a year
Only stopping because I ran out of tears
I left my gladness as soon as I knew
The world I had wanted died there with you
Though no one forgot you, I ran from myself
And kept all of our passion there on a shelf
So this person I wish I’d become without cost
Could someday have back this feeling he’d lost
Once, long ago, I wept for a year
Crying so loud it deafened my ear
Alone there I missed you, I could not forget
The frail and majestic moment we met
Hiding amongst others who hide from us too
But not hidden enough for my eyes to find you
Once, when I lost you, I wept for a year
And my weeping won’t cease till I have you here…..
Martha Vazquez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post 5
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
Did u guys know that this sentence is grammaticaly correct? =)
Esmeralda Orozco
English 100
CC
Post#12
MY CAVE
One of my caves would have to be the fact that I get into bad relaionships and can not get out of them. Im a very emotional and i would rather have a guy end it with me rather then me end it with them. I know it might sound silly who wants to get dumped right! But for me it makes it easy. Many of the guys I use to go out with had had reputations or bad habbits. It ws always hard to let go although i knew i had to. It is hard for me to open up to my boyfriend and tell them what is goiong on with me and how i feel. Little by little im getting out of my cave and im starting to think of my self rather then others. I want to be able to put myself fisrt with out feeling im being mean by not putting others before me.
Esmeralda Orozco
English 100
CC
Post#13
!!!!!!MEANING!!!!!!!
SO MY MOM WAS TELLING ME SHE HAD A DREAM OF DIRTY WATER COMING DOWN OUR HOUSE SHE SAID THE WATER WAS GETTING HIGH. NOW THE WATER WAS DIRTY THERE WAS TRASH AND IT WAS DARK BROWN. I WAS JUST WONDERING IF ANYONE KNEW THE MEANING OF THIS DREAM???
XOXO
Angel Togafau
English 100
Golden West College
Post#1
Hello class!!
I am a 18 year old sophmore finishing up my AA degree, which I will have completed by this spring. I am defiantly excited for a new semester and a new start. I am also excited to have another class with my former high school teacher Mr. Hsiao. I know this class with take a lot of hard work and dedication but I am egar to learn and grow in my English skills. Throughout my English classes at Golden west College, I have surprisingly developed a love for writing and I cannot wait to grow as a writer. Good luck everyone! :)
Jenny Guzman
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #IDK
Papers
Whiling working on the papers yesterday in class I notice some people got a little hurt when their paper was getting worked shop. If someone found something they got hurt.
Well what I say to people that are getting their feelings hurt. I am sorry, but they are trying to help you. It is better that they help then when you turn in your finally paper and the Prof H gives you a F.
Yesica Vasquez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post # 8 (I think)
My Cave
My cave would have to be being too nice with people. I always end up being taken for granted. It sucks that you try your hardest to be there for someone and in the end they end up back stabbing you. It’s sad to say this, but my mom wasn’t the best when we were kids, and till this days she has done things to me that may surprise many of you. My youngest brother wont speak a word to her because he still has a grudge on how neglected we were when we were younger. I feel that she could have done more for us… and by more I’m not talking about money wise or anything like that… By more I mean attention & care. I won’t go into detail about things, but no matter how much she’s hurt me and how many times she’s done choices that I don’t agree with, I’m still there helping her with whatever I can. I’m still there trying to encourage my brother to try to overcome his grudge so we can all be a family again. It hurts soo much to remember how as kids me and my little brother were always together and now I have him so far away. Yep.. Story of my life.. I’ll stop now before the water works start.. lol..
Jenny Guzman
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #IDK
Boys are so funny
Yesterday while waiting for the class to start I saw Esme talking to the other girl in class. (Sorry I am bad with names) I saw this guy come out of a building and I saw him check out the girl with the shorts (sorry I don’t know your name) that moment my ESPN (haha espn haha...no) came on and I knew that boy was going to start talking to the girls. I turned around in order not to laugh. The girl’s just answer his lame line and he walked away knowing he didn’t have a chance.
I would have felted bad for him if he didn’t act like he was cool. Haha I thought it was so funny though. I might be mean but it was hilarious.
Romero, George
English 103
Cerritos College
post #....
My Cave
At first I would like to think that I have finally grown out of one of my biggest caves, but in all honesty it is not until i look deep within that i realize that there is far more their to replace it. It has been about a year since the day I believed I ascended, and yet I feel like I still have not really learned anything. This bump in my road where i question my progress eats at me everyday with the constant questioning of whether I am becoming a better person or a better sinner. I insist on doing whats right for the ones i love, and yet i still feel unfufilled. Maybe I am never supposed to feel fulfilled, because in all honesty I am quite afaid of what might happend. In essence I hope I keep conscious of who I am and what I am to become. All of this in hopes that I do not become so fool of myself that I become someone that I choose not to be. In the end I would like to see my loved ones happy along with myself.
would one consider me a nice person???????
Dalene Kolb
English 110
Golden West College
Post #1
Facebook, MySpace, YouTube, Live Journal, and now Blogger! Will it ever end?
Glad to be in the class, can't wait to see what's in store for us all.
~Dalene
Kayla Marley
English 110
Golden West College
Post 1
There are many names from fellow colleges I have seen before and I am excited to see how people have changed since taking Mr. Hsiao's class. This is my third class with Mr. Hsiao and each time I learn not only something new in the English language but also in myself. MOT on Sunday and I am very excited. Glad to see that Brandon is back in the class. I'm sure there will be many intellectual conversations on the blogs just as the previous times. :)
Samantha Navarro
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #7
Esme: dream interpretation
According to a dictionary and encyclopedia...
dirty water: don't settle for the first offer, let the air settle, don't get involved in a questionable transaction.
flood: sign you will have sudden uncontrollable emotions or big shock,
watching a flood: you are dealing with people who bother with pleas and petitions
flooded room: bad luck and fighting
flood at home: a friend is trying to secretly help, have not been able to express your emotions.
So I guess basically dirty water means to be careful of a bad transaction and a flood is associated with a flood of emotions that is to come.. Hope this helps !
Samantha Navarro
English 103 (put 100 on last post)
Cerritos College
Post #8
I have a harddrive problem.. HELP!
Two weeks ago today I took in my external harddrive to Best Buy Geek Squad so they could transfer data to another external harddrive, because no computer wanted to read the data. So today finally after waiting and waiting they tell me their computer couldn't read it and said that I have to take it to their headquarters and pay more to see if MAYBE they can do it.. Is there any way to avoid this? I didn't drop the harddrive or get it wet so i don't understand why NO computer is able to read my files.
I have all of my son's pictures and videos stored there, I almost felt like crying when the technician said they couldn't do it..
Gabriela Tovar
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #6
Mi Cueva
(My Cave)
One of the things i hate is just backstabing their own family members and friends in the back...
I hate it...
I for sure know that thats what my daddy's mom does... It is like my grandma comes and visits just to snoop through our business... I am not saying that we are angels when she visits but why would she say that everytime i come home after 11pm, i just came from "doing it"... Is that her problem if i do or not... gosh... the majority of the time we come from the movies... My parents tell me that she has said that i don't help around the house, i am home being a bum and eating... No, no, no... I eat when i am hungry, which is like every second, i sit when i am tired, i am always doing chores... So why would my own blood say something like that... She is always showing off that my cousins in Mexico are little angels and to her, they never do anything wrong... Little does she know that my mom's mommy, other grandma, has seen one of my cousin getting it on with another boy on the streets... What "lady", according to my grandma, does that??? I have another cousin who, I belive just turned 17, just had her baby... I am twenty... I am going to college, making something out of me, am i prego??? hell no... my daddy's mommy is not a good role model for the grandma position... I can not see myself running towards her hugging her and all... To me, everytime she speaks to me about anything is FAKE... I DO NOT BELIEVE ANYTHING SHE SAYS... :(
Michael Swisher
English 100
Cerritos College
Post#8
Esme;
I beleive your mother's dream can be interpretted this way; Dirty water represents Mexico and the house represents the real-estate market being flooded. So to sum up the meaning of the dream.... real estate has gotten so bad in California, we should all move to Mexico! VIVA LA TACO BELL!
Gabriela Tovar
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #7
My Dream
I dreamed that i was pregnant but i didn't know i was prego till i was having contractions... Weird... I am always having dreams like this... I dreamed that once i was waiting for the doctor, my stomach was grumbling because it was hungry... funny because in my dream i was eating non-stop... When i would feel my tummy, i would feel the baby moving...
I think being a mother its a beautiful thing... I can not wait to be a mother, even though i am not ready, but i want a baby... I just hate that the first months they are so tiny i am afraidn i'll break their little bones and when they're bigger, i'm to short to be keep carrying them and chasing them... Babies, Babies, Babies... little reascals... tee-hee...
Samantha Sullivan
English 110
Golden West college
Post #1
Hello to all my peers at GWC! Determination is going to be the key to our class.
Dalene Kolb
English 110
Golden West College
Post #2
"Determination is the key", got it! Now I just need to get determined.
The fact that in 3 hours I have been on here twice is a bonus though.
:]
Joshua Greenroyd
English 110
GWC
Post #1
Mr. Hsiao, I cannot believe you did not remember my name. You called me Jacob today in class. I will give you one week to remember me. Haha
I'm glad to be back
Jon Croft
English 110
Golden West College
Post #1
Greetings and salutations fellow sentient beings. To all the old faces, whatever! To all the new faces, HERE THAR BE DINOSAURS.
On a more...tangible note, the MoT trip is coming up. The short notice may not entice the busy student to clear an afternoon on a precious weekend, but the trip is well worth it. I neglected to participate last year, and regretted the decision. The Museum of Tolerance is famous not just for it's moving displays or famous speakers, but also for air conditioning. Really good air conditioning.
Cheerio.
Cathrina Afusia
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #7
I have tons of ideas in my mind about what could be my cave. Gosh, I can be so hard on myself sometimes. I will go into further of the subject I was speaking of in class. My mother has been my cave for as long as I can remember. There was a total of six children in the house, all being raised by one mother. Can you imagine how much fighting for attention was going on? I was child number five, with the baby being under me. There was nothing extrodinary about where I was placed in the sequence of children.
It all started one day when I overheard my mother telling a distant family member that I had gotten all A's on my report card. That was when I grasped that scholastics would be my path. My older sister had already dropped out of high school, and you couldn't get the three older boys to enjoy school for nothing in the world. I realized this was my shine. I developed such great study habits to ensure I would pass every test just so I could post it on the refrigerator. I would even take tests over that i had gotten a B on. Now that I look back on the situation it is actually kind of sad. That did not matter to me, because to my mother I was no longer child #5 but instead her A student.
The burden of always wanting to be a high achiever has followed me into my adult years. At work I even go above and beyond from what I should do, because just being able to tell my mother I received a promotion is my satisfaction. Overall I just want what any normal person wants, and that is for my mother to be proud. At times I feel I take it over board because I realize that alot of things I do are not done for myself, but instead for her.
My mother was married very young, as well as had my sister at age 18. My mother gave up so much to make her family work especially after her and my father divorced. I fell she has missed out on so much of life, and I kind of live my life for her. I do not want her to feel as if she did anything wrong in raising her children. I want her to feel that her children were raised with the influence as if they were in a two parent home.
I will wrap this up with saying that we all only get one set of parents. I have valued my mother from day one, and would not trade her for anything in this world even if she wasn't able to always be there. She is my cave, because when it comes to her there are no limits to what I will do.
Sandra Valadez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post # 10??
My Cave
I began to write about my cave"I DO NOT TRUST MEN" on word and noticed even at 2 pages in I still was not even close to being done. I decided not to post everything I had written but just the gust of it. In my previous relationship I was cheated on. It was a horrible experience that affected me very much. It made me question all that was good, humanity, true love, morals, commitment, honesty and just the all around goodness of people. After and during the very bad relationship I noticed how common it was, it seemed and seems like a trend. Just the other day on KISS FM (the station my 9 yr old listens to)were having callers call in and talk about how they were caught cheating!!!What the $%&*!!! How is that promoted and accepted?? What does the new PitBull song say"forget about your boyfriend and meet me at the hotel" What message are we sending?? You hear about it ALL the time!!! One of my dear friends cheats on his wife any chance he gets but he claims he "LOVE HeR" and would even "die for her" how is that possible??? Due to the awful experiece I had previously I am very Cautious of the “signs” Here I am married to a guy who is supportive, caring, loving, a good father, and yet I question. All too often I see things that he does and compare it to what my ex did. Maybe it is my paranoia but the actions point to one thing, that he has already cheated on me. Things that he does are things that I would not dare to do. I would never want to have him question me or doubt me in any way but he does things all the time where I just ask “why the hell would you do that??!!” There was an incident that happened not too long ago and it just doesn’t add up. I think he went too far with a certain situation and I CANT stop questioning it. He admits he should not have gone about the way he did and he apologizes for it but him placing himself in that position is already a red flag. For the past few weeks I can’t let it go and I’m just irritated by him. I had recently hung out with my cheating friend and I explained what was going on and he stated how sad he was to hear what was going on. He also told me to look into it. Now did he say that because he is a cheater and that’s what cheaters do or if he wasn’t a cheater would he have said trust your husband?? I’m very confused about what to think and I am not good at handling certain situations ex being lied to no matter what the reason, THERE IS NO REASON TO LIE!! well i have to go to math class, maybe I will talk more about this subject later.
Samantha Shepherd
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #4
My Cave:
Earlier in class I described one of my caves to be my parents, that is to say, my abusive and drug addicted father and the types of things that I had to endure because of the problems he ran into when he went to prison. I think, though, that while that still bugs and affects me, one of the biggest caves that I have right now is the loss of a close friend of mine. Now, I'm not talking about death or anything severe like that, but just the loss of a very close friendship because I decided to date someone else: Eric. Here is a little history behind it: I was friends with this guy named Eric, whom I became increasingly attracted to over the years. However, last October, he decided to enlist in the Marine Corps and so we decided that it was best to not pursue our relationship because generally speaking, long distance relationships do not really work out. So, a few months later, I met this very charming fellow, by the name of Bob*. We hit it off increasingly well, and had a very strong friendship in a short period of time, however I still was not over Eric. Then, came some issues that I realized Bob had, too, and I figured that maybe we were taking things a little bit too fast, seeing as we had just met, and that maybe we should try getting to know each other a little more before we tried having a relationship. So, here I was single (for the most part) again and happy because there really was no more pressure. And what goes up must come down, right? So, come Memorial Day weekend, Eric decides to fly down from where he was stationed in Florida and visit me and the family. Seeing him reminded me of how much I really cared for him and we decided to just try things out and see where it leads us. Time passes and because we had such a strong friendship (I had known him for about five years already) I felt way more comfortable being able to start a relationship with him. Now, don't get me wrong, Bob knew that I wasn't over Eric, and he knew that Eric was coming down, and I had warned him from the beginning that I couldn't have a relationship yet because I wasn't over Eric, but he still wanted to persist (so I'm not that heartless- if you want to call it that). And now because I decided to go for that relationship Bob does not want to be friends anymore and that really weighs me down because I still care about his friendship a lot. He was one of those people that was very uplifting and would be there for you if you ever needed anything at all. I felt that he made me a better person by just being his friend, but the heart wants what the heart wants. I understand that he needs his space, but the problem is, we have a class together, and it is an extremely interactive class much like this one, where EVERYONE knows each other and it's hard to give him space. My cave is that I miss my friend, Bob, and there is really nothing I can do about it.
*Name has been changed.
Tess Elizondo
English 100
Cerritos College
First I want to say that I liked how Michael interpreted Esme's dream. I thought it was pretty funny, but I think I'll stay here.
My Cave
Where should I begin? Writing about my cave last year made me feel so angry. I have to admit I did not think it was anyones business to intervene in my life. After writing about my cave I was really glad Mr. Hsiao cared enough about us to help us get over our problems as a class. Writing about my cave helped me see things more clearly. My cave was living under the rules of my step father. My step father was the warden in the house, and I was a prisoner. It always made me upset how my mother never had a say in my life. A person would think she would since she was afterall my mother. When my mother married this so called of a man my life changed forever. I always felt like I never belonged in the family. He had taken everything away from me. When me and my mother would even try to conversate he would interupt and take her away. When it came to my family I did not have any. We spent most of the time with his family, and my moms family could only see us on holidays and possibly the weekend. I would go up to 9 months without visiting my father and his side of the family. Going out with my friends was absolutly out of the question. After living nine years under his rules I decide enough was enough. I decided to stand up for myself and move out. I overcame my cave by moving away and starting my life that I never had a chance to do before.
Samantha Shepherd
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #6
Here is a poem I wrote a while back that I'd like to share about my latest cave.
Nothing I Ever Do
"nothing I ever do"
has ever been right for me
for her to look at me inside
and to see the things I see
nothing I ever do
seems to be worth it anymore
just trying to fix things has its ups and downs
and in the end I'm sore
a smile here, a glance snuck there
is this maybe too close?
we have to keep our distance now
we're not "just friends" like most
sometimes I dream just to dream,
to surround her with my love
but I feel that's just choking her,
trapped under water with air just right above.
nothing I ever do
goes unseen by God's eye
and I know that with whatever happens
I can find security in the sky
and I am left with this,
a hit and miss, undocumented misfire
and I will testify that "nothing" stands
and walk as freely as a liar.
Adrian Moreira
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #6
My Cave
It is funny that as I am writing about my cave, my nephew is next to me playing an Indiana Jones video game where he is Indiana Jones (a Lego version of him), and he is running out of a cave. You know, the part in "Raiders of the Lost Ark" where Indy is running out of a cave, through spiderwebs and what not, while being chased by a giant circular boulder? Sometimes I wish there were a boulder forcing me to run out of my cave. And as I run, I am not worried of what is in my way. Whatever life's spiderwebs are, I do not care as long as I get out as fast as I can.
My cave is my worrying that I will never reach my potential. Basically, scared of failing. Which makes me at times not want to try. What is funny is that anyone who knows me would not think of me as a guy who is scared of trying something. I am usually up for anything as a matter of fact. But when it comes to the nitty gritty, to the serious parts of my life, I tend to hold back. I tend to not give one hundred percent at the risk of failing drastically and letting everyone down, including myself. For example, this English class. I think I am a good writer. I think I have some skills. Yet every week since I have started, I have felt like dropping the class because I do not think I can cut it. I tend to doubt myself and that causes me to just say "forget it".
There is this potential that I have yet to reach that people see in me that somehow I do not. I fear that I might never reach it because of how much I doubt myself.
I do not want to wallow in my insecurities though. I know I have a lot to offer and hope that in the not too distant future, I will reach and maybe even surpass my potential making those around me proud but most importantly of all, making myself proud.
I am willing to take on the challenge and finding my way out of this cave and becoming the best student, son, brother, boyfriend, and human I can be.
"When I really worry about something, I don't just fool around. I even have to go to the bathroom when I worry about something. Only, I don't go. I'm too worried to go. I don't want to interrupt my worrying to go. ~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye, Chapter 6"
Andrew Murphy
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #5
Cave Spelunking
When asked in class to self reflect and reach deep to find what cave I’ve been shelled up in at anytime during my life all I could think of was myself. This probably relates to everyone to expand on the saying “the only one who can hold you back is yourself.” But, as stated by my fellow students there is a lot of other caves we can wander in and sometimes be consumed by the darkness within. So, for all those who still felt trapped, isolated, hurt, etc… just know you are NOT ALONE! The hard part of it all is finding your own path out.
Now for myself as being a cave lets wind the clocks back to my early years. I was the kid who other parents wanted their kids to be around. I was the go-getter, well rounded, athletic, straight congenial kid who had a high hopes and the world to face later. I, like so many others, asked the questions we are fed to ask early on in life “Who? What? When? Where?,” however, we never really seem to ask WHY we do the things we do. We saw in history the ones who asked WHY (examples Galileo, Boudicca along with everyone else defying the roman empire) usually ends up dead or exiled.
Now winding the clocks forward a tad to my sophomore year in which I attended St. Paul High. I was an all-American on the Division 3 football team and in track while keeping a steady 3.8 GPA. Doing it all by the book as everyone told me to do. Don’t get me wrong I wasn’t a bookworm. I still partied and smoked organic “cigarettes” like the next young adult. I even had a small job that ultimately gave me the worse paycheck so to speak.
One night while working at my job at the time as a customer assistant at Baskin Robbins a man came in like so many before, but this time was different. I came up to him asking him “How are you doing?” and “What can I help you with?” At this point the mid-40’s, cigarette smoked aged face of a poorly dressed man pulled out a gun and put it at my chest and so vehemently yelled “Give me the M**** F***** money!!”
So hurt by what just took place, thousands of questions raced through my head with all starting with the same word; WHY. I started thinking “Why do we go to school? Why am I wasting my life working now when I’ll work later the rest of my life? Why do we live so short? Why do people have to be so negative towards others?” That night after my life held in the hands of another maggot, I changed. He passed all his animosity and negativity to me which I have had to deal with for a while.
Now after this I started partying and self destructing more. I was never a stranger to this seeing as many of my family members were drug addicts or ex-hippies including my mother. More drugs and substances put in my body. I started slanging three types of drugs at it just to keep my fix incoming. Alcohol got way out of hand too. My relationships with girls was just as bad. I would promise girls the world and fill their heads with the notion I was a good, stable kid as before just to pull the plug soon after. I questioned everything from my school, athletics, politics, government, and pretty much anyone who I didn’t agree with. My grades dropped significantly and I stopped playing sports. All besides one; Rugby which I’ve played for 8 years. I was able to release all my hate on others. Being the most red carded, hot headed, and feared player in the men’s league I was able to somewhat curb my anger.
In time, I kind of leveled out but still am pessimistic. Due to the abuse I partook in I still can’t really feel too much emotion as I did in the past. At times I’ll get feelings I use too. I just take it day by day now undertaking the long process of stabilizing. I found my foundation through my family, friends, and hobbies. So to answer all my Why questions I had in the past I ask the question we should all ask every now and again to feel human; WHY NOT?
Janice Silva
English 103
Cerritos College
Post#5
My Cave
I did not attend class yesterday for a personal reason, but guessing from the post above, we are writing about our cave.
My cave that I hold inside is having trouble to show others who i truly am. I thought I have destroyed this cave, but pieces still remain. I hate being like this. It is an on going battle that always remains with me with; the thoughts swerving through my brain telling me to show, but another part saying stop. Close friends and family have disscussed this with me, "Give people a chance". I do not isolate myself from others, I just have troble opening up to them. Unfortunatley in the past i had issues on my mind that needed to be vented, so I decided to call some friends. Friends that always say "I am always here for you, anything and everything I am here". The phone would ring but never answered, at different time periods, different people, but same ending. Okay let me get this straight, apparently when something happens when I am in need of another, I have to deal with it by myself, but if it is to chill then the phone get's answered. It is like there is something preventing me from venting. As time goes on I have met people i can trust, but somethings i hold inside, afraid to show because i do not know what the outcome would be. Do i have a fear of trust? fear of getting to close? abandonment? This cave includes path ways inside that are to dark to recognize what is ahead.
Michael Swisher
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #9
My Batte-Cave
The Bat Cave is a kick ass hole in the ground in which Batman conjures up ridiculously advanced technology on an unlimited budget, and a degree purchased by then-deceased daddy Dr. Thomas Wayne. A Batte-Cave, on the other hand, can be a forlorn, lonely, and often vilifying place. Batte is a French term, and its loose translation is a form of verb in the first person, or singular. So my Batte-Cave, my prison, has a lot to do with my father. I made mention of this in class yesterday. I do not wish to blog concerning this issue in my life just now, but I would rather divulge another aspect of my character that can be considered my Batte-Cave. I believe, in a few subtle ways, that my oppressor happens to be me. I, myself, from time to time, defeat my own ideas prior to their fruition. I recognize that I may be smarter than the average bear, and was blessed with many advantages that I am truly grateful for, but I rarely find depth and quality in most of my efforts. My wife supports me to an unending degree, and my friends bring about a sense of necessity I cannot conjure myself, but I find it quite difficult to maintain confidence in a lot of my passions. A cave is nothing more than a void by definition. My cave is a void also. This void is a missing puzzle piece. The puzzle is my art. My art, vying for attention from the artist, exists only on a weathered laptop, tucked away in a black backpack.
This idea, Plato’s passion, is a wonderful, obtuse, and virulent proposal. Our caves, our chains, and our masters exist to prevent our complete existence. This notion, that we cannot avoid slavery, but can be emancipated, is a pained illustration of a political question older than politics themselves. Who enslaves who in a world full of prisoners shackled to one another throughout their lives? I do so wish to find freedom from my own imprisonment, but some lessons come easier than others, and yet, even other lessons are never learned.
Monique Gutierrez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #12
My Cave
Here I am steadily opening the door revealing the skeletons in my closet. Honestly, I am not ashamed to share this with you all. So, here it goes. My cave is my ongoing battle with depression. I have lived in the darkness my entire life. It has come to the point when it is most comforting. As a child I was very quiet. I would keep all my anger pent up inside. Whether it’d be a classmate in elementary school making fun of me, lovers rejection, constant disappointments in life or even a loved one hurting my feelings, I would shield my anger. But, I can only hold it in for so long. My sensitivity has definitely got the best of me. As, a child there were times when my mother would hear me crying and I was no where in sight. She would search for me and find me under my bed crying. When she’d ask me what was wrong, I chose not to confide in her. I felt that she just wouldn’t understand. Now, I cannot even recall the last time I really cried my eyes out. It is good to cry, I am human after all. But, I just cannot. I choose not to live on medication, because I feel it just puts a mask on my weakness. The sadness is still there, just in hiding like a runaway criminal. Talking about this now has shown me a sign of clarity. I am not completely cured, but I am doing much better than I was before. I don’t go drugs but I do enjoy the occasional drink and cigarette. People have asked me why I listen to such depressing music. They feel if I listen to more upbeat music I would be happy. But, I just love eerie music. It soothes me. I don’t think music has anything to do with making me depressed. I just have to learn to think positively and keep my mind at ease. I am half way out of my cave and I don’t mean to be a downer or “emo“. This is just who I am. I am beginning to learn how to open up to others and let them in. My sense of trust has been renewed and the lost little girl will soon be found a woman.
Janelle Rodriguez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #4
last year i struggled with my cave of my mother holding me back to grow up. since then i was able to open up to her and tell her the way i felt. things have now changed and now i find her getting helping me with my wedding. my new cave would have to be planning my wedding and getting my and my fiances life together and going. i want my wedding and my new home to be perfect and but everything doesnt happen the way you want them too. all i want is for our lives to start great wether they may be struggles.
Monique Gutierrez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #13
First Celebrity Crush
Ok don't laugh everybody. But, my first crush was Prince. I know he looks kind of girly but I remember being in love with him when he starred in Purple Rain. I was only 4 at the time, but I loved him. I find it funny how now at the age of 27, I still find him strangely attractive. It could just be the music, I don't know lol.
Ana Cervantes
English 100
Cerritos College
Post#5
My Cave
I must say that I have many caves, some I have over come and others are on the process to be over come. However, my biggest cave is myself. I'm my biggest critic when it comes to anything I do in my life. I have the power to make me feel horrible, worthless, shitty, useless, and even unloved no one else can make me feel that way but me. I have a self esteem problem. I don't think is a huge problem because it used to be worse. I went through a break down because of this problem, I used to cut myself. Is not something that I'm glad to say or be proud of. And 'm not looking for attention from anyone or to be pittyed upon. I know that some of you are going to criticize me, think I'm weak, say I'm stupid for that, and even make fun of me. But its a risk I"m willing to take. The good thing is that I got over that phase of my life. What I ask myself is why can I not get over my self esteem problem? This question bugs the hell out of me. The reason why is I claim I want to be a psychologist and I can even fix myself. My psych. classes that I have taken have helped me figure out that I do not suffer from bipolar disorder, nor from major depression. I guess I have not been able to look deep into myself and be at peace with myself and I'm hoping I get to do that soon. I am a happy person. I do have people that love me. But nothing means more to me than to be able to be happy with myself and love myself.
Brandon Hebert
GoldenWest College
Eng110
Post: 1
Man, it is so good to be back in school, especially in Mr. Hsiao's class. Im glad we will have some new literature to discuss. Its cool to see some of the same faces but also good to see so many new people who will undoubtedly bring some interesting stuff to the field. Can't wait until thursday.
Antonio Acosta
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #4
My cave started when I was in kindergarten. I had anger problems, and races habits and I could not forgive people that hurt me. I started when i saw my dad get mugged by two African American. I did not write that I overcame my cave. I love making stuff out of paper,so my mom bout me a book of how to make paper airplanes. From there my skills grew and then she bout me a book of origami. That book help me release all my anger. That help me forgive the people that hurt me and that got rid of my races habits. Origami was like a medicine I needed and now is a hobby that I love to do.
Brandon hebert
GoldenWest
Eng110
Post: 2
Ana..
my brother used to cut himself too. I never understood why people make fun of 'cutters'. It has to be pretty bad to make someone intentionally cut themselves. The reality is most people can't cut themselves. So I'd say you were far from weak. But its good to hear you're done with that. We only get one skin and its important to feel comfortable in it.
Zachary Duke
Eng 100
CC
Post# 6
My cave is my former drug life and how it is coming back to kill me once and for all. even as we speak. I am having weak yet bad heart attacks. "I'm face down on the tracks
The train is coming fast
And it's not derailing
It's not the first time
And this won't be the last
That my heart is failing" (Heart Failure - SIXX:AM) this is how i feel every other few minuets.
4 more days till NOTRE DAME starts there winning streak!!! Here come the Irish!!!!!
Samantha Navarro
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #9
My Cave
When I was 19, I met the man who would change the course of my life. For almost 3 years he was abusive towards me emotionally, in that he would make me feel like a slut and stupid, psychologically in that he would manipulate every situation and justify it, and physically in that he would use his strenght to force me down, or kick me out of his house. I can probably say he hit me a couple times, but I still feel like I brought it on, I'm still dealing with these issues because I do not really know what was true and what was manipulated by him. I remember looking at my bruises and believing that I deserved them.
From the beginning he told me he could never trust me, but I stayed. I wanted to be the best girlfriend possible for him so I did everything to make him happy. Eventually his jealousy got so far that he did not trust me around even my family or his family. When we would go out I kept my head down to avoid eye contact with anyone to not cause a confrontation. He was able to manipulate every aspect of me, made me believe things, even he believed them. But after every fight, after he would kick me out of his house, drag me out actually, I would sit in my car, not knowing what to do. He would go get me, tell me he was sorry.
I think the breaking point was when his nephew's little kitten bit him (he was trying to give him a shot) and my ex threw the kitten to the wall, the kitten was still alive but not moving, so he threw it to the wall again to kill it. I thought to myself, if he can do this to an animal that made him mad, he can do something to me, something worse than what I've endured. Even after that we were on and off for a few months, but slowly I made the conscious choice to not take his calls. About every six months or so he still tries to call or text, and all these bad feelings begin to surface. In his mind he still feels we had a great relationship and probably does not understand why it ended. He has manipulated every situation so much that he feels every time we got in a fight it was because I did something to make him mad. Even writing on this blog about this I fear that he will read it and say "why are you writing lies about our relationship?"
After ending things with him 4 years ago, I decided to not take ANYTHING from any man. If I'm not happy, I'm out. Because of this new way of thinking (the complete opposite in fact), it took me years to let my guard down and give anyone a try (I got pregnant but didn't let the friendship with the baby's dad turn into a relationship). I am working on finding a medium between the two extremes. I have been with my boyfriend now for a year and a half, and I tell my boyfriend that sometimes I still do not feel ready to be with anyone. I have opened up to him about my past, and I feel like he understands and perhaps this is why he is still taking my crap. If he does something (any little thing) that I do not think I can live with, I feel like I have to leave. I do love him, he really is the nice guy and he obviously loves me unconditionally because he has accepted my past and my son. I just feel like I still have too many repressed issues to be with someone when I feel like at any minute I am ready to quit.
If anyone is dealing or has dealt with an abuser (I'm sorry I do not know your name...), I am open and willing to talk or hear you out. I know sometimes it comes down to a few minutes that seem like forever, and because you feel like you can't live without him during these moments of insanity you keep going back, the moments of insanity for me where when I would get kicked out and I would sit in my car, angry, sad, crying, thinking how am I going to live without him, so I would let him back in. I think the reason why I took the abuse was because I had no one to talk to, and to this day I have not been too open about it. If I had shared what I went through with anyone at the time I would have really seen the truth as it is and not as he made me see it a lot sooner.
Brian Jimenez
English 100
Cerriots College
Post#8
Hey Sandra,
well, I know it tough not trusting guy but not all are the same. If you keep thinking like that it will affect the pact you guys have.....The reason i say this is because when i had a girl friend i would not trust women. I would always be thinking what she was doing and where she was at....who she was with....what time she got home......is she cheating on me....would she cheat on has she....many many things run in your mind but we should not think that way because it will affect you most of all.....and trust me it hurts......i was only with my ex for about one year and two months but the love i felt for her was as real as it gets......the way I lost her is the you are thinking now...cant trust someone..in your case men and my was women.....i would be very jeaious and always acuse her of things she never did...i would call her a lair because i always thought the worst.....but by not trusting her i lost her..and by losing her that was the real worst thing i never thought of......trust is a big thing so just wanted to give you a piece of my thoughts....hopefully it helps you at least a bit....
Dalene Kolb
English 110
Golden West College
Post #3
TO Janice Silva,
I know exactlly what you mean. It's hard for me to open up also. Things that have happened in my past are kept in my past which I should be somewhat open about, but it is hard to trust people. Especially when "so-called" friends say that they'll be there and they never are. People don't want to get involved in other people's problems, but yet they want your help when they need someone. I never understood that. It's hard though, when there is no one there to talk with. Or if there is someone who is there to talk with they never seem to care what is going on with you. I personally have had people "stab me in the back", so it is very hard for me to trust anyone. And I completly agree with you, when there is someone that I can maybe trust, I do not ever open up with them. For me, I do have fear of abandonment. Everyone in my life leaves, it's just common when a new person leaves.
Unlike other people that have not been there for you, I will. Even though I do not know you, you can contact me just to talk.
~Dalene
Samantha Navarro
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #10
I've kept a journal for years, and while I was with my ex, I wrote. I went over it right now to try to find one entry or one poem to post to sum everything up, but there isn't just one. There are too many different emotions in each one. It is really weird going over this subject after not opening it up for a long time. I feel like I don't have a hold on it as I thought I had.
Sarika Vaswani
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #4
My Cave
I believe it was on the second day of English class.. I randomly blurted out to my friend/former classmate, "I'm back in my cave". I struggle with being a perfectionist, more when it comes to academics than anything else. I was chained down to this way of life in which school was so important. The plan was to go to school, be that golden student, get straight As, join clubs, take SAT classes, go to an outstanding university etc. This was what I knew of and this became what I wanted. The more I wanted it, the more out of reach it became. Anything school related, whether it was a math assignment, writing a paper, or memorizing lines for a play, it had to be done perfectly to the best of my ability. Nothing less was acceptable. I would sit hours upon hours trying to make something handwritten as neat as possible. This desire to be 'perfect' robbed my life away from me. I analyzed, critiqued, worried, and stressed my brains out over the pettiest things. I did so until it made me physically ill. I would throw up, couldn't/wouldn't eat, my body would shake, I'd cry, throw fits, have panic attacks, become very moody, and go through bouts of depression. I admit graduating high school somewhat freed me from this mindset. Things were looking up and I felt relief. However, for the past month or so, I have been dealing with it again. There seems to be a bit of an overcast. This need to be perfect tends to surface in other areas in my life.. such as with friends, family, keeping my room clean etc. When I can't seem to reach the potential I know I'm capable of, I literally hide from everyone and everything. I isolate myself. I feel like I'm slipping into this darkness, and I'm trying really hard to keep afloat. I'm trying to stay as optimistic as I can.
Major props to everyone who opened up about their caves in class the other day.. it's not easy to speak with such honesty in front of a classroom of strangers. However, I can pretty much guarantee we all won't be such strangers for long.
To Janice, Monique, Ana, & Dalene.. your posts really struck a nerve. I can really relate to all of you so much, it's unbelievable.
Brittany Williams
English 110
Golden West College
Post #1
Hello everyone!
I hope this post is successful. I am not one for blogging and am familiarizing myself with this website. Wish me luck!
On another note, I am extremely excited to get to know all of you a little more! I hope everyone has had a great start to their semester!
Brenda Flores
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #5
Question
Is the topic of this post "talk about your cave" like the one we shared in front of the class on monday? Or are we talking about what we are writting our essay on? Or should they have been the same thing? I would appreciate the help, thanx.
Jaime Valadez
English 100
Cerritos College
post#5
My cave
well i have many caves, but the one that i have been trying to get over is fear of what people you may not see as dangerous do. Do not get me wrong it has not stopped me from doing what i have to do ,but it does make me think a lot more of what the outcome might be. It started a couple years ago when i went to the store to purchase the newspaper. It was a routine for me. I walked in and out of the store and made my way to my car. I began to drive off when i noticed a car pull in front of me and one person exit the vehicle. My initial thought was he was going to move a shopping cart out of the way so he can park there ,but was i wrong. Next thing i know i see this guy which i had never seen before in my life, run up to my car a punch me (my car window was down). Not expecting this attack at all, my guard was down and thats when reality kicked in. After a couple of seconds of being dazed i looked up at this man and seen a butcher knife in his hand, which he was jabbing at me. My heart started racing and all i can think was i hope i do not die today. His final jab was aimed at my neck which i luckily deflected with my arm or my injuries could have been a lot worst or even deadly. Now i find it hard to trust many people and when i am anywhere i am a little paranoid. It has gotten a lot better and i hope to be over it soon.
Jaime Valadez
English 100
Cerritos College
post#5
My cave
well i have many caves, but the one that i have been trying to get over is fear of what people you may not see as dangerous do. Do not get me wrong it has not stopped me from doing what i have to do ,but it does make me think a lot more of what the outcome might be. It started a couple years ago when i went to the store to purchase the newspaper. It was a routine for me. I walked in and out of the store and made my way to my car. I began to drive off when i noticed a car pull in front of me and one person exit the vehicle. My initial thought was he was going to move a shopping cart out of the way so he can park there ,but was i wrong. Next thing i know i see this guy which i had never seen before in my life, run up to my car a punch me (my car window was down). Not expecting this attack at all, my guard was down and thats when reality kicked in. After a couple of seconds of being dazed i looked up at this man and seen a butcher knife in his hand, which he was jabbing at me. My heart started racing and all i can think was i hope i do not die today. His final jab was aimed at my neck which i luckily deflected with my arm or my injuries could have been a lot worst or even deadly. Now i find it hard to trust many people and when i am anywhere i am a little paranoid. It has gotten a lot better and i hope to be over it soon.
Jaime Valadez
English 100
Cerritos College
post#6
Wow who knew buying a house was such a hassle. I guess after all the people losing their homes ,banks are real strict. Im working on a deal now but sometimes its very discouraging and i just want to stop. hopefully i hear good news.
Sandra Valadez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post # 11
Brian,
I appreicate your imput and I totally understand what you mean. Some of my paranoias are and can simple be just that. What I try and explain to my lovely husband is that he helps and eggs those paranoias. One: Do not lie. In my eyes people who lie are not doing it to avoid the subject, or to not hurt a person, or any other excuse you can give lying is simply covering up something you feel is wrong. If I give my husbands version of what I'm talking about maybe it would be very innocent and poor choice and if I give mine RED FLAG. Today is the exact date we met and not him nor I have said anything to each other. It's sad. I have very set ideas on what a marriage consists of and the respect that is owed or should be given to your partner. Sometimes my husband goes against my thoughts, now is he wrong or am I just way out there??? I know I should trust him, why did I marry him right??? but things change and I had heard it before and did not believe but oh they do. Well Brian thank you again but I'm just as confused as I was before :}
Andy Tran
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #5
My Cave
For me, my cave would have to be smoking and drinking. Particularly smoking pot. As far as I can remember I have tried so hard to stay away from drugs and alcohol. I never had a temptation for any of that stuff. I was an outgoing type of person. All I ever wanted to do was to have fun and do enjoyable activities. Which ultimately displaced me away from my education. On top of that, I started smoking pot. I guess I could say I was not having as much fun as I use to. So I was in search of new exciting ways to have fun. I started to smoke frequently and drink heavily which impacted me emotionally on a few levels. In school, I fell through the roof, earning average grades ranging from C's to D's. I knew I had to pick myself up and change my old habits. I am quite happy with myself knowing that I have been sober from smoking pot for almost a year now. I will still drink on occasions but for the most part, not abusing it.
Diana Amezcua
English 103
Cerritos College
Post # 6
MY CAVE
During class when Mr. Hsiao asked us about our cave nothing came to my mind. I didn’t realize that my biggest cave had been hunting me ever since I was young. After listening to a few of my fellow classmate’s stories, the main idea about “The Cave” finally hit me. I would have never seen my overweight problem as my cave, but realized it had been my all time cavalry. This has been the “weight” holding me back and preventing me from my desired outcome. Indeed, been overweight has made my self esteem lower. And having low self esteem has caused me to dislike my self and feel pity to a certain extent. This has prevented me from doing a lot of things. For instance, opening up to others and letting them know the real ME, the one that has been struggling to get out. This has stopped me from making friends, now don’t get me wrong I do have friends but it is hard to make new ones. I have been chubby ever since I could remember and even though I don’t like to admit it, it has definitely shaped the way I have lived my life. In fact, I have been struggleling with this issue for a very long time and have made a lot of changes, but I am is still working on it.
It was not until I talked to my family about my problem, that I realized what I was doing to my self and others. In fact, my family and friends have been a major part in my enlightenment because they gave me their unconditional love and support. What also helped me was realizing that others have bigger problems than mine and still manage to come out of their cave. Then I realized that I had to love and accept my self just the way I am. Indeed, realizing that I am an individual and therefore, can not be compared with anyone else has been very beneficial.
Celina Rivera
English 100
Cerritos College
Post# 8
ESME:
Yeah I use to work as a waitress too. I sometimes sucked. I would do the waitress part and the busboy part. When we had no busboy I would do there job as well. I was not fun sometimes. I would clean tables that sometimes only had two people but looked like 6 people ate when I went to clean it. So now when I eat I always stack my plates so that it can make that person life easier. I also clean as much as I can for them so that they have less to do.
So wheres are the place that other people work? And how do you like it?
Veronica Vasquez
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #6
@ abstractxbeauty / Samantha & Harddrives
For being called a "hard drive", they are pretty fragile. With the speed the disc/platter runs at, and the separation of the reader heads (which is about the size of a hair), so any big shuffling, drops, or even earthquakes can damage the disc.
I've owned several hdd in my life, and replaced only one (thankfully), but the thing was completely corrupt. There are a number of things that can corrupt the information, including faulty ram, power supply going out, faulty cooling, etc., but once the files are corrupt, there is no way in repairing it.
Geek Squad is highly respectable imo, and sadly if you don't know your way with these things your only other alternative is to trust them. It all depends on how bad you want to salvage what you have. However, if you do manage to salvage whatever you can, I'd advise you do backups immediately if you haven't already (although geek squad does it for you), and buy a brand new harddrive.
I know that feeling, my hdd was full of family pictures, videos, and documents that were original and only copies. Believe me when I say I empathize with you on this, but in my own opinion, I'd pay (not hundreds) to see if there is -anything- that can be done.
I hope to hear good news on this situation.
Veronica Vasquez
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #7
My Cave
As I understand it, this "cave" concept is the different obstacles in our lives, or a piece of "ignorance" we hold from past experiences or teachings.
Being raised by parents from Mexico, I guess I experienced the whole "machismo" from my dad's side. I'll admit it was very subtle, and not physically scarring at all, but I understand how it could have affected many women that have been through it.
For those of you who don't know, "machismo" is very common in Mexico where the Man of the house is in charge, has power over the wife and kids, and pretty much everything he says goes. Now, my dad wasn't very demanding, but when he did suggest or say something, my mom would pretty much pinch us in agreeing with what he said, or do what he asked us to do. We were not allowed to question my dad, or correct him for that matter. Again, this was all coming from my mom's mouth because she was afraid we would hear it from him.
I've always seen my dad as a calm person, and never really scared us in any way. In fact, I was never punished by him, directly or indirectly, but my mom made sure she did if we questioned him.
Now that I am older, I joke with my dad so much, correct him whenever I feel it necessary, and even ask him for advice. I never understood why my mother was always so afraid of him until I asked her. Her response was simply that she was raised that way. Her parents had always been that way, and to her it was the right way. Of course, now she thinks all men are pigs and not worth the time, but at least she doesn't see "machismo" as something normal or necessary.
I still don't see anything wrong with the woman being at home all day cleaning the house, making the dinner, and welcoming the husband home from a long's day of work; by all means, women can do whatever they want in their lives as long as it makes them happy. I'll admit though, it does upset me when I see feminist groups in an uproar against these "characteristics" when in fact some women would like to just stay home and away from the drama-full office.
My cave isn't very deep!
Brian Jimenez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post#9
Sandra,
Well, you do make some good points but serious its hard to rememeber little things like when two people meet. On his part...its hard to remember at date because nobody knew you guys were going to end up together...from what your telling me you guy just met and have yet not got together....in my opinion the only three major dates a guy has to remember is...one....your birthday...two....the day you got together....and three....the day that couple gets married..and if he miss's one of those days then you can kick his butt...you didnt hear at from me lol...and in your part...yes i understand that little things count also........but come on you cant depend on guys remembering everything..........well alright i will see you in class...brian out!
Celina Rivera
English 100
Cerritos College
Post#9
My Cave
I would say that sitting in class the other made me think of my caves. We were all sharing our caves, but I thought wow I have so many. Which cave will I choose is my question? I think I will talk about more than one cave.
My first main cave would be that I am very quite. It is very hard for me to talk to people when I go out. Since I was a little girl I was quite. When I was little my brother did all my talking. For instance I would point across the room and my mom would say what do you want Celina. I would look at my brother and he would he would tell my mom that I wanted juice. Or something of that sort.
My quietness still effects me. If I go out to a party I do not talk. I will look at everyone and smile. When I know you and your at that party I can talk to you about anything. It really does take a lot for me to step out of my box of quietness.
Another one of my caves would be being independent. I love to be independent. My independence means so much to me its me growing up. I lived on my own since I was seventeen. I payed my own bill,worked, and went to school. I know a lot of you are asking just how old are you? Lets just say old enough to vote, but I do not think that helped. Back to the story I decided to more independent than ever and move to Arizona. I moved to Arizona had my place, paid bill, got a car, and worked. I loved it the only down fall was not being able to spend holiday with my family. When I moved out to Arizona I knew no one and set myself up. Well I was out there I got mad at myself and told myself I need to go to school again. I talked to my parents and they both said yes. They both said that they missed me and it was time to come home. My dad offered for me to live with him. I did not want to do that because it was not normal. I eventaully gave in just because of the economy in California. Now I live with my dad and sometimes I get upset with myself. I really hate asking my parents and especially my dad for help. I already live with him thats enough. So now my dad is on me about things and I not use to that. I really do not like asking anyone for help. I will keep trying to do it myself until I accomplish it. Even if takes a 100 times.
Diana Amezcua
English 103
Cerritos College
Post # 7
Samantha Navarro,
Hey after reading your blog, I felt a bit emotional about your situation. I definitely applaud your courage of leaving him before it was too late. Thanks to God, I have never been in a situation like this, but my grandma did, and was one of the causes of death. My grandfather would always get home drunk and mistreat my grandma and their children. He would not only abuse her mentally but physically. Indeed, one of the many nights when he got home drunk, he beat my grandma so bad that her cousins couldn’t even recognize her when they saw her. That same night my grandma ended up in the hospital because of the strong beating and was in there for a few days. As a result of that beating she was later diagnosed with breast cancer (that is because he repeatedly hit her with a brick). My mom and uncles were too young to remember anything, but were told by my grandma’s cousins that he was extremely jealous. I don’t understand how someone can hurt the one they “love”. I do believe in divine justice and feel he will have to deal with God when it’s his time. Nobody deserves to be treated like this. Sorry if I made you feel worse by telling you my story. I was just thinking that if my grandma would have been strong enough to leave my grandfather before things got bad, maybe, she would have still been with us.
Alonso Llamas
Cerritos College
English 103
Post# 4
My Cave
Knowing that a cave is ones ignorance or lack of knowledge getting in the way of one seeing the truth; I think my cave fits this arrangement in an awry kind of way. My cave has to do with a lot of things that happened this summer. As a result of what happened this summer, I am not too sure how I should accept the people I thought were my friends and if I should even try to make new friends. The concept of a friend has always been different to me. I can honestly say I only have handful of friends. The rest of the people I know would fall into the category of acquaintances. Friends are those who always stand by one and are always there in ones time of need regardless of what has happened. I had a friend that went into the marines and as a result we might not be friends much longer. The first time I saw him after his enrollment was in March after his boot camp. It was then that my friends and I noticed that there was something different about him. He did not seem like the same person, and all he talked about was his time on the base. Then I saw him again this summer, and confirmed my thought that he had changed. We were all having a goodtime laughing and joking around like we always have, but then something went seriously wrong. We were all making fun of each other and what not, just as we always have. Then someone said something that he did not agree with, and he jumped off his chair. From there the night went downhill fast, and we ended up having to subdue our marine friend for the grater safety of everyone. Since then, I have talked to him but not with the same confidence, and I fell that I must push myself away from him. Now that I have been through that with a real good friend that I had considered family; I am not to sure how I should act towards others or if making new friends should even be an option.
Edilu Medina
English 100
Cerritos College
Post # 4
My Cave
Well as I have spoken surprisingly I didn't get stage fright on Monday plus I was the last to speak so yay me! Lol Well I am returning back to school after 3 years walking in the cave of working, partying ignorant of school. I always thought school wasn't for me and it was a waste of time plus money. (textbooks aren't free) I would always brush off my parents that I didn't know what I wanted to do so why waste time while I could be working (making money). I stuck to that theory but as the years kept passing they were getting frustrated with me as I was to myself.I thought I could ladder to a better position in any company I would work, but with the crisis of people loosing jobs there was no hope. I started seeing graduates and how they had sturdy jobs even if they had been cut hours they still had their job. Why? because they had an education a degree; they were an inspiration. A bigger inspiration has been my brother he has his B.A in aeronautics, works full time, goes to school full time AND lives on his own!!! Hes a brave soldier but if he could do it I can too. He has always pushed me to start school and get an education and I would just shrug my shoulder and said "meh".Now this summer my job has been at risk sales aren't great so my job has been dangling like a fly on a spider web awaiting to be eaten by the crisis of no job. So then God said "Let there be light" and now I'm here.
Ibeth Rodriguez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #6
I have not been myself these past few days, so when I was told to share what my cave was in front of the class I did not shared what my cave really was. I tend to be a very nice friendly person, I love to laugh and always have a good time, although I do have to admit that I am not the most outgoing or outspoken person. I love how I am and what I do but there is one thing that I dislike about myself, I can never express my feelings. Sometimes I will sit down and think about why it is so hard for me to express what I feel but I can never find the answer. It is just hard for me to express my feelings to others or even to myself. Whenever I am very sad and depressed and just feel like crying I will never cry, as much as I want to release my feelings I will never do it, I tend to always hold my feelings back and to myself. My cave is does not only affects me but I feel that it affects others aswell. My cave does not only consist on holding back my negetive feelings but it also makes me hold back my true feelings that I have for some people, for example tell them I love them. Not once have I ever told anyone I love them. Not once I have told any of my family members that I love them, it is just very hard for me to tell anyone I love them. When it comes to my little sister eventhough I know I love her with all my heard I cannot hold her and look at her and tell her I love her. I do not know why but it is just very hard for me to express my feelings. Mabey it's because of the way I was raised? I don't remember my mom ever telling me she loved me or my dad telling me he loved me. We are a family that can never express what we truly care about each others, and that makes me sad.
Sometimes when I see others families telling each other how much they love each other it kind of makes me sad that our family can not be the same way. Moms telling their children "I love you" that is the most beutiful thing to hear someone telling you they love you. Hopefully there will come a time in my life where that will change, where I can express my feelings and just let everything that I feel out.
Amador Damaso
CC
POST # ???
"BLOOD FOR THE LIVIN AND FLOWERS FOR THE DEAD"
My life is not one cave, but instead is a series of caves. All of my caves link together to form a labryinth within my mind, and soul. Having said this I only think it fair to give you background information:
1) My oldest brother was murdered by the police in 2005
2) He was the father of 5 beautiful children
3) Thier mother is/was a filthy, ungodly B**** who is not fit to raise dogs, let alone 5 children
4) My brothers children where saved from foster care by my cousin.
5) Just recently the courts decided to take the children from the care of my cousin, and thrust them back into poverty with thier mother. Simply because she completed a few classes. BULLSHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now, the cave I am here to address is the fact that i keep people at a distance now. Prior to his murder, my brother lived with my and my mother so he could help with rent and food. I helped raise each of these kids as if they were my own seeds. I changed all of thier diapers, and even got up in the middle of the night to feed them when my brother was at work, and thier mother would just let them cry. I have invested all my heart into these children. These children have become a large part of my life, and my cousins, They where living with my cousin in Rialto for almost five years. They had a very bright future where they were living. Thier mother had visited them a grand total of 4 times in five years. Some mother right? well long story short, I had my heart torn out when the courts decided to remove these children from the home they have known for five years, and give them back to thier "mother". This, along with other occurances have caused me to become very distant, and some would say closed off. I am not trying to make new friends, but I will maintain old friendships. There are a few new bloods that seem worth talking to, so if u land in this catagorie consider yourself blessed.
I know this is going to be one of my weakest post because I got wrapped up in the emotion and really jus started to trail. I apologize if this just throws anyone off but i tried. Not a great day for me today anyways....
Amador Damaso
CC
Post# THE ONE AFTER THE LAST ONE
AYO I KNOW WE HAVE MANY WOMEN THAT ARE GOIN THRU SOME THINGS IN LIFE, SO I OFFER THESE LYRICS TO ANY WOMAN GOING THRU A HARD TIME IN THIER LIFE RIGHT NOW. WORDS FROM THE IMMORTAL 2PAC "KEEP YA HEAD UP"...
"Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, and don't nobody else care
And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him
Cause sista you don't need him
And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)
When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up"
Alyssa Wall
Eng 103
Cerritos
Post 4?
My Cave:
Well, I have been asked this question every semester with Mr. H, and usually I have said that my cave is my inability to open up. That is a cave I did have, but I believe I have over come it to the point that I wanted to. This time, I am going to share a cave that I have just recently discovered. For the last five years, I have been on and off with a guy that has never really treated me the best. I had boyfriends in between breaking up and getting back with him, but I always found myself going back to him. I always let little things with JJ (that's his name) slide, and it has lead up to things only getting worse and worse. I guess this last time we got back together, I finally relized it. He would call me names, and make me feel like i was literally worth nothing. He would tell me that I would never find anyone better than him, so I had no choice but to stay with him. One time when we got in an arguement, he even slapped me accross the face. It was getting bad, and I was still putting up with it. My friends would always tell me that he is not good for me, but I always thought it was just because he wasn't "mormon", but this time, even after we broke up, he was still mean, and rude, and made me feel like total crap. This time I realized it, and I still couldn't knock him out of my life. It has taken a lot for me to stop talking to him all together. I have a lot of respect for people who are in abusive relationships that get out. It takes a lot, and even though i realize how horrible he treats me, I still find it hard not to talk to him.
Sorry this isnt a very good post, it is hard to talk about it, and to even write about it.
Alyssa
Martha Vazquez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post 6
My Cave
Having been taught, indirectly of course, to be afraid, or stay away from certain people, or situations has been my cave. Growing up in a spanish baptist church, we had tons of rules. No secular music, wear dresses on sundays (ugh), must attend church at least twice a week, don't drink, don't smoke, don't look at non-christian things...I can go on and on. Upon penalty of burning for all eternity, these rules had to be followed. Being told this as a child made quite an impression. Growing up, I would either follow these rules, or feel extreme guilt and fear if I didn't.
This hindered me so much. I would be afraid to listen to certain music, get to know people outside of church and made me judge people who "broke the rules".
I stopped going to that church when I was around 15. The damage had already been done. Fear was second nature to me. I would still be a normal, rebellious teen, but the guilt was sometimes unbearable. I was so quick to think just like they did, and judge harshly.
Now, I have allowed myself to get to know people different than myself. Listening to people's lives and thier points of view fascinates me. This has opened my mind so much, and I'm a better human for it. I don't think I have completely stepped into the light, but I know I'm slowly walking towards it.
Jonathan Aguilar
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #9
My Cave
My gorup was the last group to be called when Mr. Hsiao asked what our cave was. I had no idea what i was gonna say, but as i listened to people open up and explain what their cave was; it helped me out. I realized that my biggest cave has to be with my parents.
Let me tell you a little about the situation. My parents split up when i was six years old. I stayed with my mom and saw my dad on the weekends. So growing up its just been my mom and her two sisters, Ana and Vanessa. All three of them came here together from Mexico, Guadalajara Jalisco. Being the only boy in our little family here in the states i was consider the man of the house. I've always taken the resposiblity of taking care of all three women but most of all my mother.
Now after 12 or 13 years my parents have gotten back together. Everyone was very happy but i didn't know how to react. My dad had always talked to me about girls and that how i should just have fun. And while they were apart thats what i saw him do. Knowing all of this i had no idea on how he felt about my mom. This wasn't just another girl he could have fun with and hope he's realized that. But having high hopes i thought everything would work out and they'd be happy. But with my dad there are more bad days than there are happy ones.
I thought i'd be able to just hand over my mom to my dad and he would be able to take care of her. But as i have seen that is not the case. They still fight constantly but now i'm able to comfort her and be there when i wasn't able to 13 years ago. I see now that she'll always need me just like i'll need her because we've been together for too long. Now i see that i have to help out a lot to make their relationship work. When they first told me that they were gonna try again i didn't know what to think or how to feel. Now i know they love each other no matter how much they fight and that i love them and that i need to help them with their relationship if it is going to last. I had trouble with this situation for awhile now, but now i know what needs to be done.
Thanx Mr. Hsiao. If this question would have never been brought up in your class; i probably would have never resolved this problem of mine.
Brian Jimenez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post#9
My Cave
A significant experience I underwent is one dealing with MMA. Ever since as a child I have loved MMA which gave me certain chalenges' in my life cause of it. I always felt like something in my life was missing becaue I was never able to participate in any violet or dangerous sports. I discussed this issue countless times with my parents. There answer was always the same. "Brian I said no, you know you cannot do that! You will get hurt!" My father reply was always "You are going to get your ass beat," with a little laugh in the end. He made it seem like I would not amount to anything. I always asked myself maybe they were right but how did they know that for sure. They did not feel this burning passion for the sport I admired. At this time I was around the age of fifteen. I did not obtain a job for I would have paid it myself but knew I would have to wait. Two years past by and finally I acquire a job and my first pay check quickly went to MMA classes. I took the risk deliberately knowing my parents would diagree on the choice I have made for myself. Atter four years pasting by I began to compete. My trainer was giving me my first fight. The feeling of doing it was the best and worst feeling in the world. Sadly, my fight ended with a loss and everything just dropped. To make my point I was never supported on my sport. I discoverd that in life not everyone will agree on choices people decide nor would it stop anyone from reaching their goals at any cost. For in life there will be situations in which one will have to take alone, threw its harsh conditions. I even continued fighting regard less of what anyone said. I pushed myself to fight again and the outcome was different. I then had a second fight that ended with a knockout punch to the body. Not long I had a third fight which lead to a judge decision victory. Now, very determined I now look for another fight on December for a very hopefull win.
I had more to say but I made the choice to make the one on this page my short version. My whole cave story is two and a half pages.
Freddy Villalobos
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #4
My cave!
Well my cave is simple to me to understand but a bit confusing. the first ting you must understand is that i like to work smart and effectively. i like to somewhat plan my schedule ahead and do it untill the day is over. if its to much to bear in one day, then ill split it up among the others days. for example today, i have just finish my class and ate a ligth brunch;a total of twenty minets and now i plan to be here in the computer lab untill twelve of the afternoon. Then i will head to A & W to hang out with my friends and then class. the day is not over but remeber its just an example. now this is were my cave comes to play. i like to challenge myself and see the expectations of my peers as weel as the teacher. then i like to take the chanllenge and go beyond what therer expecting via a project or essay. i do this to the best of my ability and then some. i aslways look for new ways, and expression i see in others to become part of mine. but for some reason many people dont see me up to the task of doing a job well done. most of the time they think i wont do it or it will be to simple. just because i look relax and simple does not mean im up to the task. mycave is people not seeing the way i do things as well as not meeting the expectations of others.
Carlos Plaza
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #2
My cave
Growing up I didn't have very high self-esteem. I was 5'4 and 170 lbs. I wasn't what you would call attractive. I wss picked on by most of my classmates. They called me all sorts of things like, "fat" and "pregnant." I also received almost complete neglection from all of the girls. I had no female friends. Entering high school i noticed a slight change in the behavior of my classmates. I was no longer getting picked on. With time things started to change. I started getting more female attention until i finally got rid of my self-esteem issues
Christina Arredondo
English 103
Cerritos College
Post#: 4
My weekend was hectic. I am giving a makeover to my room from top to bottom. I have been working on it for 4 full days already and I am barely half done. In addition, my sister bought a house and I am helping her move, therefore I am completely drained. :(
Sorry Mr. Hsiao for not being able to attend your class on Monday. I did come to school but on my one hour break between my real estate class and anthropology I had a massive headache. Shortly after, I had an anxiety attack. Luckily my friend my was with me and he took me to hospital. The Doctor told me to take the day off from school and to not work nor to focus on my room or else it is just going to make it worse...
Amador Damaso
CC
POST# 4 or 5 or 6
"HELP ME OUT"
IM REBUILDING MY 1ST PARAGRAPH BUT IM HAVING A HORRIBLE TIME TRYING TO WORK IN A QUOTE. ANY OUT THERE THAT CAN HELP ME?
Christina Arredondo
English 103
Cerritos College
Post#5
My Cave
Wow, I have two caves. One more personal than the other but I am up for it on telling my classmates. Mr. Hsiao knows this one too:
When I was in the 5th grade a family conflict occured that went far beyond the worst. Somewhere within that conflict my life was threaten by my own cousin. My cousin grew up living the life of a gangster. My family was always well aware of what she has done and is capable of doing when someone crosses her the wrong way. However, we never thought that she would have gone to that extent. After that happened, my life was turned upside down completely. My self-esteem and personality had changed horribly. I would hardly speak, always blue, did not have any enthusiasm to do anything. My parents put restrictions on me being able to go anywhere. I was unable to play outside, go to my friend's house, nor to themeparks. To put it to you simply, I could not even stand at my door frame. I locked up. I would usually sit by the living room window, looking outside, and watching all my friends having fun. At school, I had an administrator taking care of me from the minute step foot on campus until I would get picked up. The ones who were well aware of my situation, they were always on a look out for any suspicious person or car. I missed the old days terribly. I missed being able to go outside and go to friend's house. The thing that I missed the most was being able to play basketball outside with my friends til' 11p.m or midnight (on weekends). I missed being able to me.
There was this one event where my family and I where going to my Nina's house and on our way over there we were being followed. If it was not for my other sister that was driving behind us we would not have notice and possibly something worse could have happend. However, luckily on a street light we turned without signaling and we were able to get away.
On graduation day, I was not going to attend the ceremony of walking on stage but my mom spoke to my principal and came into an agreement. The principal had police officers surrounding the school, on campus, and in the ceremony to be on the safe side. I would never forget that event. I felt watched 24/7. I knew that my parents would take measures but not this drastic.
Nevertheless, after that day I would repeatively think for how long would this misery continue. Midway of my summer vacation I could not take it any longer. I did not want to enter middle school living that. I had, had enough. I talked to my parents and came into an agreeement that little by little they would give my freedom back.. So as time passed I regain myself and freedom. Since then on I cared less about it and do not have any contact with her. I do not even consider her my cousin...
RayRay Jovellanos
English 100
CC
Post # 3 or cuatro, i dont remember.
Cave-
Well, when I was a wee young lad, i didnt have much to show for. I hung around with a bunch of rich kids always doing something cool, like they went jet skiing or something. Being not so rich, i guess i tended to embellish a bit, making up stories glorifying my weekend. For example, i would say yeah, i went horse back riding in an ancient volcano when in reality i just stayed home and watched tv all weekend long.
i suppose all of you have heard the story about the boy who cried wolf. that story should have been a biography, if you catch my drift
Maria Ascencio
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #5
So, about my cave. I have a couple, and I am writing about one and I am sharing this one. Basically what I talked about in class about my cave being my dad. My dad was one of those old school Mexicans. I considered him a "Nazi" though. Everything had to be done his way and he was always right. The worst part was that I grew up in an abusive home. The earliest thing i can remeber was when I was about twoish. I was standing in between my dad's lap, he had his shirt off and I bit him in the stomach. I remember him slapping me in the face and my nose starting to bleed. I have been hit with anything you can think of: hand, belt, shoes, wires, cords, and so on. The one thing that hurt most was what he would tell me. he would curse at me and put me down. That is when I understood that words hurt more than being hit. Over the years I have wron rancor towards him. Today, it still hurt that I cannot forgive him for everything he did. There is that tension between us still, but i get along with him way better than before. What has not changed is the fact that I still cannot open up to him and tell him anything without him judging me. I hope one day I am able to forgive him, and let go of that storm iside me that will not let me live in peace.
Yi-Hui Chiang
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #7
My Cave
When Mr. Hsiao asked everyone what our caves are, I just had a moment of pause. I never thought about this, and I am not quite sure what my cave really is even though i already shared in class. I guess there is more than one...
My biggest cave is probably that I wanted to be myself, but I couldn't in some cases. I've always been a very straightforward person. How straightforward? For example, if someone asked me, "How do I look in this dress?", if it's not for her, I would just say, "It makes you look fat" or "It doesn't fit you." The example might be a little stupid, but this is what I would exactly say. My point is: why not just be frank and keep it real? I was just being honest and true to everyone. For me, pretending to be nice or saying something against your true will is all in the category of lying. I totally disagree with the statement that sometimes lying is acceptable. It is NOT acceptable at all in any case any time! I know some people will think my standard is too high or I'm being mean, but I do believe that trust is the foundation of any relationship between people, and telling truth is a way of showing respect to people. However, because of my strong belief of so-called telling truth, many people got hurt, even my family, closest friends, and lots of people who i care about.
I had this awful experience which has changed my personality a lot. Back to the time when I was in middle school, I had two best friends. We were very close and used to stick together all the time. Each of us had quite different personalities; therefore, we had different roles in this small group. I was pretty strong-minded, and I always told them what to do because I thought what i decided for them was the best for them. They knew the way I was being was because i cared about them so much, but sometimes I might be too self-opinionated. I said everything straightforward without considering the consequences. I forgot one important thing, their feeling! Over time, I still did the same, and they had run out of patience with me. My bossy attitude eventually pissed them off, and they could not bear with me anymore. They started to keep their distance from me and stopped talking to me as we used to. I was so upset, to a point that i started to isolate myself from all people and didn't want to open up again. During that time, I had a period of depression; I felt abandoned, and that was just horrible. I didn't get why I would hurt people i loved the most; I didn't mean to, but I did anyway. I tried to figure out everything, but nothing seemed to make sense. And I'm going to skip the details here since those memories are too awful.
Then I realized that somehow what I think is right is not always right. I must confess myself to be too extreme. Also, I shouldn't put my own standard on everyone else. Especially those who i care about, I tended to put a more strict standard on them, which will drive them crazy. Being honest is important, but if the way I express it will hurt someone else, then I need to adjust myself. I can still be myself; I can still be real and straightforward. I am still telling the truth but in a much better way that people can accept it. That was, and is the purpose!
The end of the story is that my two best friends accepted my apology and came back to me because they've seen me changed. It's a lame ending, I know! But It means a lot to me, and I have learned a valuable lesson from that. :)
Talia Chase
eng 103
cerritos
My Cave
My cave is probably my family.Growing up my parents were drug addicts. My dad was very abusive with my mom, me and my sisters. when he was high he was the nicest funniest person ever. When he was feening he was evil. HE was abusive emotionally, and mentally, mostly physically though. I missed first grade because my mom was scared someone would question the bruises. My mom was just lost. I have 3 little sisters. She was a young mother plus the drugs and my dad hitting her...she had no idea how to be a mom to us, she wasnt a mom to us. We were homeless, we lived in motels or spent nights at "friends" houses. I had no friends. Sometimes we didn't eat, sometimes me and my sisters slept outside while my parents got high.
Finally someone interfered and we were taken from our parents and put into an orphanage. I still didn't have friends and i could only see my sisters once a week. We were seperated by age. Of everything i went through, feeling alone was the worst. After a few foster homes, my grandparents adopted me and my sisters. A hundred Court appearances, random inspections and interviews later it was official. Life was going to get better. ......yea right.
It wasnt 2 years into living with my grandparents that life backtracked. My grandpa worked all day and my grandma pressured from raising 4 kids turned to meth. My life was still singing the same song. She turned abusive and mean as well. I became the designated one to run the house. I was 8 or 9 and i cooked, cleaned, did laundry, and helped with homework. We got beat if something wasnt done right. I never got to play outside or go to someones house...i had duties at home. So i still didnt really have friends. My life continued like this until i was 17. She was paranoid and would accuse me of planning almost anything that went wrong or went missing. I got beat for that too. She was even more emotionally abusive, she always told me i was a seductive little slut and i would only be for men to use. I wouldn't make anything of my life, i would only be a toy. Beauty and no brains or talent....i was useless.
For a long time i believed her. My family wasnt normal, others kids in my class werent treated like this. That meant there had to be something wrong with me. My cousin molested me when i was little, i never told her because it would make her right. When i was in 7th grade and a man followed me on my walk to school everyday i didnt tell, not even when he attacked me and i barely got away. Telling her would make her right and she would say its my fault, she made me believe it was my fault.
My dad never came to visit. My mom started a new family and only came to see us on sundays. My grandma quit drugs and her health disentigrated. She has health problems across the chart and is getting worse and worse.
For a long time i hated myself. I thought about suicide a lot. Thought who would miss me when i was gone. I never had the guts. I kept to myself, never told anyone of my life. Once i realized that none of this was my fault, i hated them. I hated my family. I seperated myself from them. Disattached myself emotionally. When i turned 18 i was gone living with friends and my boyfriend for a while. I tried living with my mom, that didnt work either.
The hardest part was learning to forgive them. To not hold this anger. I have forgiven most of them. I still have a lot to work on. I havent emotionally attached myself again, i keep myself at a distance. But i do not hate them anymore.
This experience molded me to who i am today. It pushed me. As far as overcoming my cave, i am one of the first to graduate highschool.
The first to go to college. I am a talented hairstylist, i work hard and i am good at what i do. I completely support myself and i do not depend on anyone. I proved i have beauty and brains and talent. I am useful and good for something. I also proved i am better than all of them because i beat the pattern, i didnt follow in their footsteps.
JASMINE CANO
ENGLISH 103
CERRITOS COLLEGE
POST # 4
MY CAVE...
Over the two semesters I have shared with the class what two different of my caves were. This semester I have a new one. It is not as bad as the other two, but it is something that I know will take time to overcome.
My cave is my pregnancy. Although I am happy, and very exicited about Jemeni I will never in my life say that it was a good choice. I know should have waited, and fininshed school. Now I am trying the best I can to show my parents that although I did this I am not going to give up on life.
It is a constant struggle because I have noticed that many people in my life now just look at me as another pregnant teen. They do not seem to understand that is not it, it is not who I am. Over the summer my relationship with my boyfriend suffered, and was tested. We were ready to call it quits, but thankfully we did not. I really do not know what I would have done. I know I could have gone without him somehow, but I did not want to, and I know he did not want to either.
Although I have this new cave just like all the other ones I know I will get out, and see the sunlight.lol
Because in life, all of your life your going to find yourself stuck in a cave, and it does not matter how many you have but how you get out that will count.
JASMINE CANO
ENGLISH 103
CERRITOS COLLEGE
POST # 4
MY CAVE...
Over the two semesters I have shared with the class what two different of my caves were. This semester I have a new one. It is not as bad as the other two, but it is something that I know will take time to overcome.
My cave is my pregnancy. Although I am happy, and very exicited about Jemeni I will never in my life say that it was a good choice. I know should have waited, and fininshed school. Now I am trying the best I can to show my parents that although I did this I am not going to give up on life.
It is a constant struggle because I have noticed that many people in my life now just look at me as another pregnant teen. They do not seem to understand that is not it, it is not who I am. Over the summer my relationship with my boyfriend suffered, and was tested. We were ready to call it quits, but thankfully we did not. I really do not know what I would have done. I know I could have gone without him somehow, but I did not want to, and I know he did not want to either.
Although I have this new cave just like all the other ones I know I will get out, and see the sunlight.lol
Because in life, all of your life your going to find yourself stuck in a cave, and it does not matter how many you have but how you get out that will count.
Talia Chase
Eng 103
My favorite of all the poems was the road not taken by Robert Frost
I think its message is that most people take the easy way and that isnt always right.
Genevieve Madrid
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #5
My Cave
It took me a while to think of something passionate to write about and then it hit me. I decided to write on a previous relationship that I was in. Once got to putting my rough draft together everything seemed to flow. In this relationship I was so unhappy. The problem was that I didn't know how to get out of it. I didn't care that I was going to hurt him, but I was afraid of what other people would think. I eventually learned to put myself first and broke it off. This relationship was a huge life lesson for me and at time, was my cave.
Genevieve Madrid
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #6
One of my favorite poems is Phenominal Woman by Maya Angelou
I really like this poem because it uses great detail to describe a strong confident woman. Ms. Angelou did a wonderful job in using detail in a womans body to describe inner strength.
"It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman"
Jenny Guzman
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #Alot
Alcohol Tastes so Good
Everyone drinks to have a good time. I know this maybe not better than anyone, but I have a good idea of it. Drinking to escape you feeling from the world is not good. I remember also did things before I drank to take away the pain. Guess I grew out of that and went to drinking. I just hope I do not move on to different stuff harder stuff. Maybe my drinking also has something to do with my father he is a heavy drinker as well, he was living with 5 women at one time maybe why he started huh?
I wrote this last year when I was pregnant,
I am not going to be a person that stares at a wall and think that’s all there is. In Allegory of the Cave Plato says, “Imagine once more, I said, such a one coming suddenly out of the sun to be replaced in his old situation; would he not be certain to have his eyes full of darkness?” 32 Paragraph. This to me comes hand in hand with my drinking. Am I going to start drinking again when I have my baby? Have I full control of my self? There is more to life then drinking. There is life. A new life, a baby.
Now it seems that all those questions mean nothing. I wrote these questions and now I need to answer them. I going to start drinking again when I have my baby? I did start drinking after I had my daughter. I did wait 7 months because I was breastfeeding.
Have I full control of my self?
I see I have little to no control to drink. Sometimes I do notice I drink to take away pains for my past. I have done thing I am not proud of, but it’s in the past and this is the way I deal. Being diagnosed with Depression and seeing a doctor who put me on medication does not seem to be enough. I notice when I argue with my fiancé I want to drink. When I had a hard day I want to drink. The pattern I see is when I am stress out I want to drink. The times I can not drink is when I am at work or the baby keeps me busy. When my fiancé takes the baby to his mother house, I catch myself going to the fridge and getting the bottle of wine. Just to relax and unwind is when I notice I drink. Is it wrong to want to unwind everyday? People might say go to AA and get it over with, but I do not know if I am ready for that.
Arcelia Swarr
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #4
Well, like I mentioned in class, I have many caves. I have struggled with my parents divorce when I was young. I dealt with my own marriage falling apart. I have also struggled with figuring out what I want to do with my life, but my biggest cave would be standing up for myself. I am a very quiet person. I will do whatever I can to avoid confrontation. I have been sort of suckered into many things because I could not say no. I have had many bad days because of things other people have told me and I was not brave enough to stand up for myself. I have had a hard time trying to break myself of that habit, but it has not been an easy task. I have had the most trouble standing up for myself against my ex mother in-law, but recently I decided I had had enough. She came up to me in front of my family and told me that my oldest son would be starting fall ball(baseball) soon. I have a very busy semester and I know I do not have the time to be able to take him to practices and go to his games. I told her no, but she still insisted that I try to get him a practice schedule on the days she could take him. I, again, told her no. I told her I cannot do it this semester, and that my son would have to wait until January. She then tried to pull out what I call the "low blow". She looked at me and told me that my son really wanted to do baseball. I was upset already, so I, yet again, told her no, he was not doing baseball at this time. Finally after all of the back and forth, she gave up and left it at no. I felt really good after I told her no. I hope that I can continue to stand up for myself to other people in my life.
Brenda Flores
English 100
Cerritos College
Post#6
My Cave
As I said in class my cave is my father, a person I am not happy to dissapoint. He also has something to do with my cave that I am talking about in my essay. Yes, the main focuss of the essay is on Religion. I know a part of him was dissapointed because my father is Catholic and I no longer consider myself to be Catholic. I feel that I cannot dissapoint him because he has given everything he possibly can to me and my family. All I have to do is go to school and earn a living with a respectable career. I know that no matter what I do he will always love me as his little girl, but the guilt of disappointing someone who helped give you life is just too great. And the the pressure can be overwhelming when you have a full load.
Jean Carlo Morales
English 100
Cerritos College
Post 5
I would like to share the cave that I have as a person today. Like most people I have a problem with not being confident and at times I feel like I am TOO confident in myself. At times I'm not sure of myself. The biggest problem I have is being scared of failing and not being right. Well, it's not that I always want to be right, but when I am wrong I feel stupid and I put myself down, something that some people could relate to. I know some people are hard on themselves and I myself are one of those people. Since I have gotten used to bad things always happening to me, one of my biggest fears would be that something so good happens to me that I would not know how to handle it. It would just blow up in my face and it would go to waste, sort of like a once in a life time chance that I blow. I have even had some bad dreams of something like that happening to me. I usually wake up sweating and can't go bad to sleep. I need to learn how to take advantage of the good things that happen to me. Instead of always being negative and telling myself that I do not deserve some of the good things that come my way. It's sort of a bad habit of mine that I see myself always falling back on. I know I need to change that soon or else it will hold me back from giving it my full potential.
Audrey Valdivia
english 100
cc
post 4
ok so last year my cave wa drugs and how i started using why i used them and how i over came them so in a way you can sya the i was my cave this year it's differenti mena ugh ill explain in class you guys will find out.
Jenny Guzman
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #HHHMMM....
Yesterday Prof H wanted the groups to present the drawing and to say one's cave. One of the girls (sorry very bad with names) said her cave was anger issue, and depression. That is something I can relate with. I was diagnose with Major depression and a touch of A.D.D and taking medications for them, yet some people can not believe I have depression because I am so loud. I guess the loudmouth comes in to play with my A.D.D. Anyways I read a lot of blogs and some of the cave I can relate with. Some are trusting men, being the cutter and bad relation, there maybe more, but I am work I can not read all of them. I am glad we have this place to tell our feelings.
Sam Shepherd
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #7
Hey everyone. Man, class has been going by so quickly. It's hard for me haha, to remember to blog here, since I try tokeep my own blog on live journal. Anyways, referring to my latest posts, I just want to update you guys, haha, because *Bob and I and a few friends from our class are going out tonight to hang out. So, I guess that things seem to be looking up and there may be some light shining in my cave again. Hopefully we can be friends again. :)
Priscilla T. Daza
cerritos college
english 100
post #5
my cave
i would like to discuss about my cave from the spring semester. my cave was that i was not able to cry. i felt no emotion of saddness, depression or what not. i was more expressive with my excitment and joy and what not. no but yeah, i wrote my paper on not being able to cry. i spoke about the time when my grandpa died from cancer and not a speck of a tear try to sneak out from the corner of my eye. it hurt more to see my daddy cry over the death of his father. up until last year i grew out of my cave. it was if i reached a level of my life were i was able to experience the relief of crying. now i cry over books, movies, speaking about how much i love my family. what really gets to me are those devastating commercials...i mentioned this in class but there is this commercial were actors appear and they are in their acot mode of seriousness and instrumental music is creeping in the backround and they're hold up a shirt pleading to save the polar bears for a certain a amount a day and they'll mail you a shirt for your participation. its the saddest thing ever! its just about the same amount of saddness when they have those unfortunate kids that are homeless and this elder man with white hair is carrying this helpless little girl in his arms. man!
Professor and class hope that I'm doing this right.Well my essay is comming right along. I guess in away It's a comparritive Essay, because I need to compare my life to Allegory, or something thats happened in my life.
Priscilla Daza
cc
eng 100
post #6
i would just like to say how SUPER EXCITED i am that my friend SAM SHEPARD is in mister hsiaos class 103!!! now we can discuss the papers when we hang out and help eachother out when it comes down to our caves or revising eachothers papers because we know what mister hsiao expects...we just found out last night during our improv break and we literally jumped in excitment and high fived eachother in the parking lot...it...was...AWESOME! im totally stoked. oh my goodness and the fieldtrips! the fieldtrips will be OH SO GREAT! :D i think i can make it without kevin because i got my lover!!! (hold your pants guys its just a nickname. HELLO!) :D
Hi Professor, still not sure that Im blogging correctly.But here goes
Ok. Just looked and my comment did post.Essay is comming along ok. Guess in a sence it is a comparritive essay, because I'm comparring my life to Allegory.
Sarai Vazquez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #5
My Cave
During my years in JR high i went through a time of depression. I was always sad thinking about how my life was going and the things that i did wrong and how i was a failure. it wasnt until almost my freshman year of high school that i understood that my life served a purpose and i had something to live for and people that really cared about me. my family helped me get through it with there love and understanding and in the end i grew as a person because of it. i learned that there is always people around me that love me and care for my wellbeing and want to help me succeed.
Sarai Vazquez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post #6
The Red Wheelbarrow By William Carlos Williams
This poem to me says that we all serve a purpose in this world. We all play different roles in building up the way the world views things and there is no right or wrong way of living. we should not put limits to the things that we can do by saying that it wont matter whether you do something or not. everything that you do in life matters and will effect the way your life turns out
Sandra Valadez
English 100
Cerritos College
Post # 12
Ok so just yesterday I was sooo set on my husbands infidelity. My cave has me take things warp them and stretch them out as I possible can in a negative form. This morning my husband did exactly what I needed. He turned over and told me that he would never cheat on me, that the thought of doing so has never crossed him mind. That I am the woman he always wanted and that his love for me is stronger than anything else. He apologized for not being as understanding as he should and that his "Me Vale Madre" (F'it) attitude should change in all areas especially when it comes to me. I have to understand that I am set in my ways and that if he does not do things "my way" that IT ISN'T ALWAYS BAD. I have a good husband who supports me in everything that I do. I feel bad for him when he has to go through my emotinal rollercoaster but hopefully I can get over the "ALL GUYS ARE THE SAME ATTITUDE" which is my cave.
on another note today was my oldest daughter first day of 4th grade. I didn't get to see her get ready, or help her with her hair because she goes with her dad on Tuesday's and stays over night. I met her at school met her teacher, it was the teacher she was hoping to get. When I picked her up she told me all about her day. How at recess she went to room 10 (the special ed classroom) and said hi to all her special friends. She loves volunteering in room 10 which makes me so proud of her for having an open mind to all of the different characters in life. The teacher did not assign any homework but I of course did, hehe.
see everyone in class:)
JAZMIN OZUNA
ENGLISH 100
POST#4
my cave
I like many other students have many caves, but my biggest one right now would have to be my oldest sister. My older sister and I always had a good relationship that was until two years ago. It was a day before her birthday when her husband tried to kiss me, I am lucky that that was all he was able to do because i left running. I was dumb enough to tell my sister thinking that she would believe me since i am her blood, but that was not the case, she did not believe me. My sister started screaming at me saying that i was lying and that im a hypocrite and so many other hurtful things. I am crying as i remember all the things she said to me, its hard for me to talk about this because it is still a problem, me and my sister do not talk not only that but nine months after the incident my sister gave birth to her second child. I think that is what still hurts me the most becasue i still think that she is going to come back to me and say "i'm sorry for hurting you and not believing what you told me." but thats not the case, i dought she ever will come back...
Samantha Navarro
English 103
Cerritos College
Post #11
Diana: I'm sorry about your grandmother's fate, it didn't make me feel worse though, it reminds me how many people out there endure the abuse for so many years thinking there is no way out..it's really sad.
Veronica: I'm still debating the whole harddrive thing..I really want what is stored but I can't afford to spend hundreds :/ It seems like I spent all this time making videos and taking pictures for two years, I dont want those times to go to waste...but at the same time it's the times I've spent with him that count and I don't REALLY need moving pictures to prove it to me.. I just want them! (this might be tied in with having material possessions to make one happy when it is not the case.. I think sometimes I will throw little things out there that I am learning in World's Religions because a lot of things are amazingly related).
I can relate to a lot of other people's caves, especially cutting, drinking, and religion. It's amazing how if we ask the right questions, we can all learn how much we really have in common.
As far as the MoT trip goes, I'm not sure anymore if I can go..well I can go but I'm planning a weekend getaway for my parents for Puerto Nuevo, Baja (famous for lobsters,, never been), at first it was just for them, but they want me to go! Plus they invited my aunt and uncle, since I got them a big two story condo, so we will see, I feel like I can't pass up this school fieldtrip though, or a 3 day vacation!
Greg Burns
English 110
Golden West College
Post 1
Hello to everyone wow back for another english class. Have to get back in the english mode, for i have much work to finish tonight. class will be a great new learing experince.. Why is ammo so hard to find these days ha ha i know hope to find some soon see everyone in class.
Professor sorry that I didn't make it back with the print out of my essay quick enough. I will make sure for now on when i make my revisions that i print them out in time for class. Not eveyone is fortunate enough to own a computer at home. But some day I will have my own. Since I have been comeing to the lab to do my homework, I have met alot of great people, that I may never have met other wise. So I'm thankful for that. Oh ane by the way here is my post for class today. Bare with me I'm stlll learning. My Cave is going back to school after so many years. One might say it is like reaching of my cave for the light that is at the end of it.It is with in my grasp.
Erica Lloyd
English 110
Golden West College
Post #1
Okay, so I read over a few comments (there are SO many!) to get an idea of what exactly I'm supposed to be doing. I'm still not really sure, so hi! Nice to meet you all. It seems a lot of the students in my class have had Mr. Hsiao before and I can tell that this will be a very interesting semester. See you all in class tomorrow!
Jessica Atthowe
English 110
Golden West College
post #1
Hi everyone, I'm excited to begin this class. It seems to me that a good number of students in my class have had Mr. Shiao before so that means he must be a great teacher. I'm looking forward to class and having a fun time.
Esmeralda Orozco
English 100
CC
POst#14
TO SAMANTHA
THANX FOR TAKIN THE TIME TO LOOK UP THE MEANING OF THE DREAM. MANY OF THE THINGS THAT CAME UP REALLY ARE HAPPENING AROUND MY MOM.
TO MICHAEL
WELL MR. TACO BELL I DON'T REALLY KNO WAT TO SAY ABOUT UR INTERPRETATION OF THE DREAM. AS MUCH AS I LOVE MEXICO THERE IS TO MUCH VIOLENCE GOING ON I DONT THINK THE DREAM IS TELLING US TO MOVE BUT I COULD BE WRONG :")
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